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violent devotion
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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mystery | photography | poetry
here i am
i am the sower of seeds you didn’t know you want planted in your heart i am death knocking at the door of your complacency let me in i am the arrow of Light that shoots through the darkness piercing you through aeons we have called to one another here i am come on! it’s…
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leadership
This morning I drew the “Leadership” card from my Doreen Virtue Archangel oracle deck. It spoke of it being my time to move forward with my leadership abilities. I also drew the Hierophant card from the Tarot and the Wolf card from the Animal Medicine deck. These are both teacher cards. I also did a…
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bifurcation haiku
entropic juice drips wildly down Creation’s chin mad, bifurcated dancing
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current loves
Window To Your Soul by Delirium on Grooveshark my current loves: unmade beds tangled questions midnight conversations well-loved teddy bears coffee breath Delirium (the band, not the state) vulnerability the pause after a thought is spoken deep listening (see above) rest sending postcards in the mail. with stamps. the scent of the yellow primrose on…
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a drink from Love's hand
“I know the way you can get When you have not had a drink of Love: Your face hardens, Your sweet muscles cramp. Children become concerned About a strange look that appears in your eyes Which even begins to worry your own mirror And nose. Squirrels and birds sense your sadness And call an important…
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maybe life is a mixed drink [or just be an animal tonight]
I once had a funny conversation with a friend. She was talking about two men in her life: One that worked at a holistic center for something or other and one who was a smoking, drinking band member-type. She seemed to feel pulled between these two polarities. I said, “It’s like one is a clean…
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