photography | poetry | truth
a haiku for people who like boxes
you live in a box
made of limits, rules and pain
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“illusionary barriers” taken with Canon ES 20D see it bigger There is no world “out there”. What I perceive is all alive inside of me. It is to that which I turn my attention.
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people forget
“After a while in the outside world, people begin to forget the sympathy.”
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return
I walked quietly through the gate and happened upon a mourning dove Alas, I scared her away She, wild creature waited warily but patiently until it was safe to return I, keeping my distance, wanting her to know I meant no harm and return she did!
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the turning of the wheel [or "In brightest day, in blackest night"]
(it began and ended with super heroes) sweetness of night cold and clear the lights of the city and the telling of stories massaging out the knots mutuality (the light is nearly at its climax now) rain-soaked honeysuckle blossoms on bare skin in the morning veneration and passion (and the burgeoning fear) “In brightest day,…
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heart leaf haiku
ecotherapy: leaves fall softly (whispering) hummingbird says hi!
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how we stop our own story [or how about we build a swing instead?]
In improv class, we don’t get to use the words “don’t” or “no” and rarely get to ask questions when we are playing games. This is because it stops the story from moving forward. This has, of course, got me thinking about how I stop my own story. I see how many times I’ve let…
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