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a haiku of closure
the world, awash in moonlight.
just one month later,
you seem like a distant dream
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last night, (while mortals were sleeping) Mars chatted with Venus for hours laughing and peering into unseen places whatever war Mars was waging was forgotten in the sweet comfort of silent moments (between words and worlds) luxury in the tension of opposites (a deep exhale)
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Write a poem for peace and send it to mailto:kokua…
Write a poem for peace and send it to mailto:[email protected] by February 12. The poems will be presented that day. You don’t have to be Yeats or Whitman. Just write from your heart. And remember to hold PEACE in your heart while doing it. If we want peace, we must embody it. BE PEACE my…
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mountain. echo. heart.
This world is like a mountain. Your Echo depends on you. If you scream good things, the world will give it back. If you scream bad things, the world will give it back. Even if someone says badly about you, speak well about him. Change Your Heart to change the World. ~ Shams Tabrizi
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no more somedays
I played the song “Apple Juice Kissing” by Deee-Lite this morning and thought, “Someday I want to cover that song. It’s so sexy and fun and juicy, I just love it. Someday, when I have some people to jam with…” Then I thought how silly that is. Why do I need to wait? I can…
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true victory is found in unity
I cannot accept victory at the defeat of another. That is not winning. True victory comes with integrity and wholeness. There is no other path for me.
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faith | grace | healing | inspiration | love | mystery | photography | quoteslet’s find each other
Life is complicated, isn’t it? Recently, I was working at the front desk at work, a co-working space in Seattle. An elderly lady was sitting in stillness for almost two hours in the sunlight, her veined hands endlessly turning a brochure over and over. A half hour before closing, I decided to check on her….
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