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The Clouds
Somewhere in the clouds is where you will find me. Am I broken, or am I just me? Floating, somewhere beyond the day. Floating, not quite flying away. As humanity goes, I am far from normal, and yet I’d not… Continue reading
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Nature
I sat beside the river and smiled. It seemed a little funny to me that us humans believe we are the stars of this Earth show and that nature is here for us, rather than with us. What if we… Continue reading
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An Open Heart
You might think the glow of an open heart to be impossible outside the honeymoon phase of romantic love, but I assure you: it’s quite possible. And it is very, very lovely, my goodness. When I relax into the warmth… Continue reading
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Fly Away
Here I am, now. Me. And I fly and I fly and I fly away, now. Still me. Flying, flying away. They tell me not to fly away. They tell me not to fly away. Continue reading
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In Every Lie
There is a soft quiet truth in every lie. Continue reading
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The Deep Of Me
You may name it what you will. But the ocean will always smell like what is beneath the name. It will always look like what is beneath the name. And it will always feel like my very own soul, (the… Continue reading
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Lovely
Good morning, sun. And river. Flowers and trees. Happy day to you, wind, and the bird song you sweep over mountains. (Good morning, birds, and mountains, too.) I will let you be, this day of life. I will let you… Continue reading
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Until They Remembered
Sun fell upon the rocky shore, gazing at the children that played by the rock pools. Some of the children splashed. Some worked quietly together, laying stone upon stone until they’d made a grand and sparkling tower. Other children jumped… Continue reading
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Home
Living carefully and beautifully, I know I am home. Continue reading
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