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flickering love dance
blame is a sour boar
piercing the heart with
fierce tusks of shame
creation craves compassion
and the flickering love dance
of a gentle heart
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steeped in love
“You only suffer when overlooking someone else’s pain and suffering. By remembering how afraid, lonely, and seemingly trapped one must feel in order to act as desperately or aggressively as they seem to act, you shall be spared of your own suffering by opening the heart of empathy. In doing so, every judgment, projection &…
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notes to my future love
Notes to my future love: – You should know that I am a very tender person with a big, open heart. I love the world but have kept myself away from true love out of fear. I have done a lot of work to change that. I’m not afraid anymore. – This heart I’m speaking…
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violent devotion
The fierce rain pounding against my window fills me with ardour. Every drop is an act of devotion from sky to earth. Sometimes love is violent.
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querida quanta
querida quanta dragon cloud blowing past a harvest moon querida quanta scent lingering on my fingertips after an afternoon dalliance (or two) querida quanta pixelated silhouette of a lover bringing memories of organic encounters querida quanta pashima warming autumn breeze rippling the edges of wondrous memories querida quanta ripples of Love bursting my heart wide…
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our daily practice
do not ponder the end. healing is not an ending… it is our daily practice. ~Dr. Tony Macasaet. See his documentary here. You will be forever changed. I am in awe of this man and of humanity when I see his work. He says his passion is “knowing the human soul”. I love that.
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a summer haiku 4 him
girls playing on a zip line the scent of clover his voice merging with sunlight
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