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Currents of compassion,Ever present yet immeasurable,laughter, love and creationnot yet floatingbut one day…one raft,two girlsdetermined to floatwith a biting windfor extra encouragement.
Tag Archives: river
Under The Bridge
Where waters of gold flow, where hearts fill with thrillsand days fade into Aurelian dreams.
Everglow
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.
Out On A Limb
Quite a remarkable lounge and even more remarkable day, kicking off our spring adventures on the river. A once derelict shore, now vibrant with life and a couple of not-so-distressed damsoles fueling this newfound verve with their brimming vigor…getting baptized … Continue reading
By The Water
All things gather where life is a songThe river running byThe sunset and the dawn From the beyond and the deferred arrivalsthe spirit swellingLost in me, and in you time to be,time to see. Under gracehow lack that Iwhat testify … Continue reading
Fear
Do not listen to it, do not navigate it, and by gosh don’t enact upon it. Continuing as we have been will most certainly snub off the opportunity before us, navigate your landscape with an open heart to guarantee all … Continue reading
Vertigo
I am in search of a particular experience, for as long as I can remember I always have been. The urge to experience yonder, closer to the natural world down a rutted path or alongside or above the flow of … Continue reading
If Only to Break from Rhyme
Down a rutted path, along dormant liana, beside the mucky river and near a bridge, I find stillness for the day. Within twenty to sixty seconds of exposure to nature heart rate slows, blood pressure drops, breathing regulates and brain … Continue reading
Take Me to the River
No one owns the water.No one owns the land.No one owns the oceans.No on owns the sand. These are given by our Mother. The Planet provides abundantly and willingly with no charge, with no strings attached. Only by the hands … Continue reading
Something Deep
Don’t be afraid, there is nothing. You are always and forever the deepness. Even while the world is on fire, these waters embody their stillness. They are what you might call waters flowing to the rhythms of their deep and … Continue reading
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