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a haiku for the equinox
light bursting through morning clouds
an old crow flies past
children’s sighs break through stillness
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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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you don't need to say anything
This morning on the bus, I was running my hands through my daughter’s golden tresses and started giving her a scalp massage. As she relaxed, I said, “Mmmm…this is luxury. This is luxurious like– delicious dark chocolate, puppy breath, a spring rain, velvet on my skin, the sun kissing my shoulders at the beach, red…
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haiku of knowing
steeped in paradox words and more words on paper my body just knows
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