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late summer haiku

ByKymberlee

poppy seeds scatter to soil
illusions shattered
dead rose petals fall softly

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letting the miracle happen

ByKymberlee

A voice keeps whispering, “Let the miracle happen.” So I am. And it is. I’m starting to believe in myself again. And the hurt has transformed into acceptance and wisdom. I see the road ahead of me again. And I see the blank canvas as exciting instead of overwhelming. The voices that have told me…

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violent devotion

ByKymberlee

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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La Mort

ByKymberlee

“He who jumps into the void owes no explanation to those who stand and watch” ~Jean-Luc Godard

bricolage project day 9 [gentle]
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bricolage project day 9 [gentle]

ByKymberlee

Tonight’s entry is very late in coming.  I’ve been talking with him for hours.  And he’s been listening.  A different kind of listening than I’m used to.  He wanted to understand.  What a remarkable experience. I’m not surprised then, that tonight’s randomly-chosen word, from the Delta of Venus by Anais Nin is gentle.  My heart…

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finding versus saving our souls [or unweaving self-righteousness from the fabric of life]

ByKymberlee

I had a conversation last night with a friend about inner work and spirituality. We talked about how easy it is to get self-righteous and think we all have all the answers on the path of life. I related a story to her about a healing session I once had where the healer suggested I…

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zaftig women awaken

ByKymberlee

Some friends shared their favorite words with me on Facebook so I decided to create a little short story with them. She looked at the beautiful faces around her and her heart was filled with warmth. This was indeed kismet and she felt more at home in her skin than she ever had. Loving, zaftig…