Humanity
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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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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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As She Will
The sun is one but never can shine as one. Her rays will splay, and always touch the world (in slices) as they do. How they splay is a question for each new moment. Who they will touch, and in… Continue reading
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Only Quiet
There is no sound. There is only the air. There is only the peace that was stolen from the garden of every man. There is no sound. There is only quiet, now. Continue reading
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Every Drop
You think you are one thing. You are not one thing. You are the entire ocean. Take your time, be every drop. Continue reading
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How Is A Rose To Grow?
A rose to meet the morning bright, to grow in cheer, to gather life. Yet day to day the rose does wither, day to day the rose does wither, lost beneath the foggy dreary. Lost. Beneath. How is a rose… Continue reading
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Some Days
Some days, even the days that are kind, (and quite lovely) feel a deeper shade of aching life. And you’ll never know why, (at least, I never do) but you might hope (like me) that one day the ache will… Continue reading
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