We were properly brought up to a lot of not to’s…not to run, splash or give unsolicited opinion, worse yet not to be authentic. year after year…it’s breaking to the spirit instead of joyously tolling on yet another day, another … Continue reading
“…Even now, I’m all aloneBehind a wall that’s made of stone…” -New Order Still find it hard to play the victim, for a leader you are not if you have fallen to its ruse, nor will you ever be. Nor … Continue reading
Great Goddess of nature of the Anatolian coast…I can just feel this shoreline mist on my lashes and its salty kisses on my lips. For anyone who has roamed the islands of the Cyclades, you know what magic stirs up … Continue reading
Around the corner, no more alarming forecastsWithin kernels, boldnessBouncing on balmy foreheads, wispy curls.Peeking out, golden raysUnbreakable, our spiritReady for anything, children in the zoneBrimming over, morning vibesRacing to the next task of the day, children on a missionWind on … Continue reading
Two squares past we layed out our burdens for the magical transformation our dearest mama Earth lovingly fulfills—they were never meant for us to carry. It’s not such a radical act as we may think…unload it all then willfully create … Continue reading
It’s just me in here no other sound but the hydraulic lift humming and my contended breathing…just breathe my child, just breathe. Into the depths of the dark and unseen we go, one breath at a time, submerge yourself…it’s a … Continue reading
What an honor, what a blessing…such a stately one, this illustrious white flora peaking after a weeklong summer fever here on such hollowed grounds. I couldn’t think of a better all-knight vigil to emerge in a verdant bunch, on such … Continue reading
I drew a line for you,yet inward still you spiraled,Never an honest wordand so I drew one for me.And now I gaze atwhere I wanted to go,oh the light you left for me, everglow.
And now heading back out there. Surviving in these parts has always been shaky business. Always armed to take a shot of whatever behooves me. Look at this outlier.
“This being human is a guest house.Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness,some momentary awareness comesAs an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all!Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,who violently sweep your houseempty of its … Continue reading
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