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Burn
You will not singe me, more. You will not burn me, never another day. And I know this is me: a child who clings to life within the depths of an ancient fire. And I know this is me: still… Continue reading
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It Seems Simple
It seems simple. To live as I am always. It seems simple. To live. Continue reading
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The Deep Breath
The eucalypts are alive, here. For whatever reason, this part of the world seems to be windy more often than not, and I’m so very pleased about that. Life seems to flow more with the wind. I wonder, sometimes, if… Continue reading
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Unlimited
I feel the way I feel because I feel the way I feel. Because I am soft and gentle, because I am wild as the rain and free as the sky. But I am not free, not really, not in… Continue reading
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If I Must
This train. It is a train that fights abuse by abusing abusers, and I do not understand it, my heart. It does not understand. They tell me I must fight, I must fight, I must fight. But I will not… Continue reading
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How Very Lovely
Oh, but those who feel like the wind! How lovely they are. How very lovely. Continue reading
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To Rest
What is this life that drags me all the ways through every shard of splintered glass? I want to scream at the sun to stop! Just for a moment, stop. Stop shining there. I want only to wish on the… Continue reading
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The Lonely Soul
The lonely soul is a beauty. She is quiet, so quiet as she whispers her way through the noise, through the dark, through the rain. Sing a sweet song to her. Call to her and she shall hand you a… Continue reading
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Until The Garden Grows
Your truth is true because you believe it. And you must believe it until you no longer do. There is no quick way to birth a rose. A rose must slowly awaken to beautiful wide-open life. Wide-open-life. It is a… Continue reading
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All That I Am
I am all that I am, and wherever I drift on the wind of today is as it should be, is all that I am. As it should be is all that I am. Continue reading
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