an addiction haiku
in bed with thoughts of pleasure
dripping deep inside
lusting for morning coffee
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what do you mean by that, anyway? (i mean exactly what i said. there is nothing hidden here) why do you have to question everything? (because things need questioned) can’t you ever just be satisfied? (sure, but not with everything and not right now) maybe you’re in this situation because of the choices you’ve made….
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fairy tale haiku
sleeping beauty awakens
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every day a blank page
I saw two things this morning that I find very affirming. Not only are they spoken by people I admire who are doing wonderful things in this world but they affirm my own deep, inner knowing. The first comes from Deepak Chopra: “Step into it every moment by getting rid of your habitual certainties.” I…
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the turning of the wheel [or "In brightest day, in blackest night"]
(it began and ended with super heroes) sweetness of night cold and clear the lights of the city and the telling of stories massaging out the knots mutuality (the light is nearly at its climax now) rain-soaked honeysuckle blossoms on bare skin in the morning veneration and passion (and the burgeoning fear) “In brightest day,…
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speaking of blessings (we are the dancers)
A friend of mine sent me an email with this lovely blessing: I hope things are going well for you, that your health is heading in the right direction, that you’re having fun and having adventures. What a glorious thing to hear! She was having a hard time sleeping, I popped into her head and…
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find the key
i feel it poetry lives inside you behind those eyes that hold secrets of unknown fertile lands why not find the key and open the door to your golden heart?
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