Shattered
How these are still around with temps as high as 70 degrees, has befuddled me the last couple of days. But they did provide me with a beneficial reminder that the things that shatter us, awaken us. Cheers to making … Continue reading
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Where Art Thou Baritone?
Never has there been such a time,to let loose into an impression of elation.Albeit it may arrive only after a kind of necessary seasonal disappearance.It’s the ultimate journey of the hero,back into the realm of choice, a cyclical existence for … Continue reading
El Salon Mexico
A monopoly of sorts upon waking, every thought from lucid dreams resounding to outshadow or outshine the rest of the day, depending on what vibrational valve you choose to embrace. Every rhythm, every movement, every gesture seems to take over … Continue reading
On Becoming Polychromatic Again
The feral are closer, more curious without the darkness that kept them at the edge of nightfall.No longer is the need for a torch to keep you from stalking my thoughts.The world a little softer,vibrant of color that once filled … Continue reading
Evermore
A-dios. The past,closed.finito.no entry. Along with it, woes. Longed-for. In multitude, gratitude.depth.bliss.much needed, beauty.Illuminating the universe, you and me. Felt,and knownfor some timea single tone,for all to resonate with to orchestrate the most glorious symphony ever to be heard.
Energies Matter.
The onethat gasps in delight at your sight.the onethat makes you gasp in delight while in your sightyou know the one,whether you feel it in your dreams makes no differenceeven when you reach the altar of the darkened starif you … Continue reading
Magic Sparkles
This was unexpected, or was I expecting sparkles to magically fall from the heavens?
March Tantalizes
March is a tricky one. Bursts of warm breezes that tickle the fine hairs on exposed necks, shoulders and limbs, sun ducking behind heavy clouds only to pop out with such decisive force that any remaining piles of snow don’t … Continue reading
Between
Finite and infinity,limit and limitless.uncertainty and perceiver of truth. We ask a great deal of ourselves to wake up from a comfy slumber.Groggy often too sunken to think, who am I?Hard to say from underneath it all.Unkind time entangled within … Continue reading
Rockin’ Robin
She’s still at it. Pecking away to the tune of her own brilliance. Still can’t figure out, a week into it, if she’s vocal about something or simply singing to her own melody and worshipping no one or anything other … Continue reading
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