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
Where waters of gold flow, where hearts fill with thrillsand days fade into Aurelian dreams.
In the mist, the great divideupon the horizon, love coming to townin patterns undeniably bursting through, an intense rosemore real than we can imagine, the unseentraveling through past lands, a man who came to fulfill the lawhalle, hallelujah.
“Which way Mama?” “That depends what type of bird you feel like.” Naturally, we took flight on both slopes, one more thrilling than the other. What holier thrill is there than zipping along mountain tops? All decisions from up here … Continue reading
So self-assured, sagacious and adept to anyone who takes a moment to finding meaning in something rather than nothing. And would you look at those extensions…they could make dancers long to have higher leg extensions.
All the water below me came from above. All the clouds living in the mountains gave it to the rivers, who gave it to the sea, which was their dying. -David Whyte
None other than yourself can comprehend,amended social circles and life’s conditions,reexamined interactions, connections and bonds.had to fall to elude it all. In spite of the way you taunted mein the end, it’s not worth proclaiming,the faux-lovers, the forced intimacies, the … Continue reading
See yourself well.Rise,Face East,Deep breaths, each a wish on their own.Presently, feeling from secrets inside the earthLife locked within, glowing golden suninfinite programs of pure loveso vast, never to find its endStand in your heartTell us about yourself.Bless us with … Continue reading
Eye-to-Eye Outdoors, the evening calling from frogs long waned,replaced with serenading crickets in excelsis.A mid-summer swap when frogs,still aroundperhaps feeling outnumbered,a few silently snack on insectswhile the rest grant them their loquaciousness.And then there is the blue jay,enchanting us as … Continue reading
Getting our rhythm on over here,under the ever present.Flowing with the great fallsburned by the fire of loveyet the underlying current, pulsingsorting things out againsome call it “The Way”I call it rising like a riverI’ll explain more in my dreams.
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