late summer haiku
poppy seeds scatter to soil
illusions shattered
dead rose petals fall softly
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soft and pink
Ragas In Minor Scale by Ravi Shankar & Philip Glass on Grooveshark last night, we spoke of ragas (and how they find their way to the end) we spoke of not being right (and the right to just be) we spoke of care and not judging the lost ones (and i trusted you a little…
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remaining true to oneself
myself as a learner View more presentations from Kymberlee della Luce. I created this presentation during my first quarter at Antioch University Seattle to creatively represent myself as a learner. As I look at it now, I remember the days before school when I let my creativity flow more freely. It wasn’t just that I…
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need redux
Yesterday, my mom told me I needed to learn to reach out more–to need more. She said, “Sometimes people want to feel needed (meaning her). You come off as someone who doesn’t need anyone. You’ve always been that way.” I thought about what that meant and if it was true. I thought about writing this….
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no earning necessary
Something I have learned recently that perhaps others have always known but is a revelation to me: I don’t have to earn love. I can say no and still be lovable. I can just be me and still be lovable. Nobody has to need me for me to be lovable. I don’t have to nurture…
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unguard the heart
foot in foot out valve open and shut hiding and workarounds half truths and longing terminal conflict not infinite love driving this soul the path of Love has no place for hiding unguard the heart and watch miracles happen
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haiku
misinterpreted as dominant Amazon/ she’s just a kitten
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