a winter morning haiku
coffee so dark and creamy
aquamarine sky
a lone crow cries out to me
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there is this moment
It is such a misguided notion to believe there is any other place to be but this one– the sweet smell of rain (the droplets falling on the very paper on which I was writing this), surrounded by poetry. A church bell chimes nearby and machines whirrrrrr all around me. The cacophony of seagulls crying…
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- divine | grace | mystery | photography | self-excavation | truth
more chalice, less blade
maybe all i ever needed was to let life come to me to stop trying so hard to wait and listen to be a bowl to be filled more chalice less blade i like being filled up i like being soft
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winter ellipses
winter ellipses shimmering essence like butterfly wings– caressing opening softly 1000 roses petals breaking through– defenses illuminated darkness with nocturnal eyes treading softly in– surrender
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bifurcation haiku
entropic juice drips wildly down Creation’s chin mad, bifurcated dancing
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Ripening
To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under the sun. a time to be born and a time to die; a time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted; a time to kill and a time to heal … a time to weep and a time…
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lincoln park haiku
breeze blows in languid summer lying in sunlight leaves fall from Madrona tree
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