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growing can wear you out in ways others may never see. you don’t have to pretend the journey hasn’t left you tired. you don’t have to smile through the ache in your bones or hide the weight you’ve been carrying for so long. you don’t have to choose between being proud and being tired. you’re allowed to feel both. and both parts of you deserve to be seen, held and met with kindness 🤍

EPISODE 2, SEASON 1.

“… Continuing John’s Perception of Sudden Brightness—singing the blues…”

The New Celestial Series Today…

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When The Church Bell Rings

Truth comes in an Instant—

Momentarily, glaringly Bright

Some see it, some do Not

Then—changes to a calm Blue

Most feel this wondrous Peace.

Like a church bell Ringing

From a distant Hill

All hear its Calling

Some hearts Stirring

Most continue Sleeping.

Till it becomes a Dream

Believe it or Not—

Let the Dream speak to You

If you do, then you’re Blessed

It’s a Dream Within A Dream.

Above the arc of the Rainbow

Blue birds sail the sky of Blue

Close your eyes—and Listen

Cup your ears so you will See

And recognize the face of Truth.

a premonition

underneath the deep blue sea

clearer than crystal

with distinct understanding

of the conception of truth.

©Johnny J P Lee

28 August 2025

HAIBUN Modified:

Gogyoshiren20 + Tanka 5-7-5-7-7

I press my face to the glass—

red, green, gold, a heartbeat of bulbs

spelling peace in a language no one speaks.

Inside, mannequins wear salvation

priced to move before the next quarter.

A child tugs his mother’s sleeve,

points at the glowing tree,

and learns the first true prayer:

I want.

Tomorrow the ornaments will sag,

the lights will dim,

and he will cry for reasons

he cannot yet name.

We shuffle past in wool and debt,

heads bowed to the small gods

we cradle in our palms.

They feed us miracles in 4K—

wars reduced to thumbnails,

grief to emoji,

love to a swipe.

Laughter leaks from earbuds,

thin and metallic,

a counterfeit echo

of the old fires

where voices once rose raw

across the dark plains.

The saints are gone from the niches.

Someone draped them in plastic sheets

the color of guilt,

or perhaps of mercy—

it’s hard to tell anymore.

Their stone eyes still stare

but no one meets them.

We crown the new prophets instead:

the influencer with borrowed skin,

the politician with rented teeth,

the billionaire who sells us

the air we poison.

They smell of vanilla and lies,

and we inhale like it’s incense.

Truth is a leper now,

bell clanging in the alley,

shunned for the scabs of honesty.

Falsehood wears cologne

and sits at the high table,

toasting our health

while slipping nightshade

into the wine.

We wade ankle-deep through the same mud

our grandmothers knelt in

to plant the first seeds of wonder.

Above us, billboards promise paradise

in twelve monthly payments.

We keep our eyes down,

afraid to look up

and see the sky

has forgotten our names.

At night the plains return.

I hear them under the traffic,

under the ads, under the hum

of ten thousand screens—

the low drum of feet running,

the crackle of real fire,

the unashamed howl

of people who still knew

how to need.

I wake with ash on my tongue

and neon bleeding through the curtains,

the saints still wrapped,

the liars still crowned,

and tomorrow

just another window

lighting up

to sell me

Affection Quotes - A healthy relationship is one where two people share openly, without secrets or lies, building trust through honesty and transparency. It’s a space where both partners feel free to express themselves, knowing that they will be heard and understood, rather than judged or dismissed.