Poetry
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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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When I Sleep
When I sleep, am I asleep? Or am I sleep itself? Or both? Or none? Continue reading
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Try A Little
The quiet moments when we see we’ve been wrong. They melt the ice of life into sweet drifts of frost on wind. I have been wrong to my own heart, often without knowing. I have been wrong, some days, some… Continue reading
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Take This Life
You are the beautiful breeze that knows you. Take this life. Make it your own. Continue reading
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Dear Sweet Music
The heavens sing like golden strings around my soul. Here I am, sweet song. Take this heart with your melody, dear. It is yours to open, it is yours to sing to life beyond the ordinary day. Take it. Take… Continue reading
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Found
There is no feeling quite like the delicious wholeness of a lost girl found once more. There is no feeling quite like this. Continue reading
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Reality
Reality strikes hard, sometimes. The pain. The pain of others: it tears me to the bone. The delicacy of life, its precious petals. It all aches within this lithe human frame of mine. Cold impermanence. Startling truth. Fragile life. Sometimes… Continue reading
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Will You Love Me?
If I hold your hand still, if I paint your world bright, if I sing you my songs will you love, will you love me? If I answer your needs with a need of my own, If I paint your… Continue reading
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We Are The Poets
We are the poets. The ones who listen to the bones of the earth. The ones who feel the wind, who know the wind, who are the wind. The bridge to the aching quiet. We build it and we travel… Continue reading