Love
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My Heart, My Soul, My Muse
Sweet Love. I wander among the daisies, knowing you are there traveling lightly in the fields of life, towards home. I have loved you sweetly with the quiet of me, my heart, my soul, my muse. I will wait. Here. In… Continue reading
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My Sun
When the sun woke up in my small human frame, I learned that love lives on the wings of the wind. My dear sweet, darling sun. Always swimming in my eyes as I gaze at those who need me. Always… Continue reading
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Life Be Cradled
Let the soft and delicate know me. Let my life be cradled by the warm arms of peace. Continue reading
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Serious
Why so serious? When all you need to know is: I am human. So are you. Why paint our condition with news voices and walls that keep us stuck in the rat race of clown face. Have we become but… Continue reading
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This Sack Of Potatoes
It’s a beautiful memory. Six-year-old me. Bundled in a blanket. Mum hoisting me into the air, swinging round and about and back again. ‘This sack of potatoes is SO HEAVY!’, she jollied, as she wobbled me up the porch steps… Continue reading
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For Love
People call them boundaries. I just call them walls. To keep the love in. Or out. I could use a boundary or two. But what would I be if it wasn’t for love? What would I be if it wasn’t… Continue reading
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Beneath It All
Beneath it all, there is a human. Surely to be human is to share our world with others, and to find ourselves in their worlds, too. We get so lost beneath things that are not real. The stories we create… Continue reading
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In The Arms Of A Dream
If I sit with you. On the patio, by the sunflowers. If I find you with my soft and steady gaze. If I give you my heart, if I whisper your name will you hold me? In the arms of… Continue reading
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