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silence
“Silence is a source of great strength.” ~Lao Tzu
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an eternal ellipses
she waits with an eternal ellipses like still water after a storm Animus lunges forward toward her stillness –ready ready to receive his turgid embrace delicious Divine dance tantric transmutation they merge exhaling whispered longing circling back to their unknown, unspoken joy she waits with an eternal ellipses like still water after a storm ***…
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single
Like the song says, not sayin’ I don’t want to fall in love again (cuz I would) but one thing is for sure, I have learned how fabulous it is to be a free agent. Learning how to be whole within myself has been the biggest gift I’ve given myself in this life. There’s something…
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firestarter
a fire blazes in the city of my birth– we joke about the causal friction of our union (flint and tinder) your voice like chocolate and brandy liquid starshine soft. smooth. strong. (tinder) were you complicit with the fire? you still are with your lips like butter and soft whiskers (tinder) the hills are still…
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poems from the frye. 2. [more a movement]
Recently, I spent several hours alone at The Frye Art Museum drinking in the “Moment Magnitude” exhibit. I wrote pages in my journal. Random things I overheard people saying, snippets from the art descriptions or the videos and my own feelings and thoughts that arose. I also took pictures of things strangers had posted in…
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gifts from the heart
For as long as I remember, I have loved to give people flowers, cards or a smile, make them laugh, sing them a song or just generally find ways to brighten their day. My mom has always called me her “Sunshine”. It just feels good. I am blessed with numerous people in my life who…
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faith trumps worry
“Look at the beautiful, green buds!” she exclaimed. “I worry for them. It’s only February,” he replied. Now, it’s nearly April and the leaves are unfurling and stretching to the sun. He’s not here to see that and yet it’s happening all the same. Faith trumps worry.
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