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I’m feeling like a poet / so here goes it

Memorizing fondly of you Feeling poet So here goes it Ahaha that rhymed ! Okay here i am: Slipping second steps and third eyes on the steppe of my dreams, the veranda as they call them, the upper or the inner room; Howsoever you put it, i felt poet as i saunter stepped in the lily field grass at sunset. When i climbed the fresh

I’m feeling like a poet / so here goes it2021-06-10T00:39:00-04:00

On Being Love

I've been growing this list for ways of being loving, it goes like this: Listen Understand Accept Nurture Free Believe Have Faith I use it to be loving to both myself, and when i feel i'm loving myself, i love others with a same kind loving as though are myself. Creates a motivation for us as a people together; including all people, while still honoring

On Being Love2021-05-22T02:49:27-04:00

Marcel

Marcel   Listen while reading   I go through pens daily. As I’m painting orchids, listening to a song of Her’s called Marcel. I hear the guitar playing. Sounds like bells ringing in another universe. Maybe he raised semitones on a few string picking patterns. The beat is primarily bass, and a hit hit basketball bounce in the void sorta snare. He has a few

Marcel2021-05-17T20:54:36-04:00

Social Media

Social Media   I once knew a kid who committed social media suicide. I know what you're thinking, and no. Yes; he's still breathing and seeing pretty sunsets and all like the rest of us who've learned there's a smile in the sun, we who've learnt to look from, like moon to sun, fractal of a thoughtless awestruck wonder like lightning flashing constant miracles - just

Social Media2021-04-27T23:10:51-04:00

The Calling of Matthew

The Calling of Matthew I'm sitting on a wood grain table, somewhere west of Jerusalem - when on a soft dewy wind are the words which here blow through me. The lanky green leaf trees sway and seem to whistle through their interior. Last night we had a sweet rain so still a soft blanket of light is laid still over our valley. I hear

The Calling of Matthew2021-04-27T19:58:06-04:00

Will We Hear When Flowers Cry?

Will We Hear When Flowers Cry?   I look for songs to play till i realize a song already playing. "The quiet is not quiet is what i think to myself" as the wild winds of spring blow, and the wind chimes play, my thoughts could be lyrics. Though thoughtless i am and in a zen buddhist place of the ever empty blue. I wonder

Will We Hear When Flowers Cry?2021-04-22T00:49:23-04:00

Light Space

Light Space Feeling my being being lifted up into the sky. Greens and blues, wash with the perfume of silence. If only the whole world could be as beautiful as this. Were we silent, quiet, blind to our selves enough i believe the world would be as brightly lit as this. Illuminations pouring in through the sky, i am the sky. The box of my

Light Space2021-04-20T14:21:42-04:00

River

i, in a river still standing, felt all time flow through me, floof petals on the water and moonlight too. And i felt the roots rise

River2021-04-17T01:34:38-04:00

Love Orchid in the Rainforest

Love Orchid in the Rainforest   I recall a certain orchid flower of the rainforest and the bee who experienced this orchid.   Rainforests have no distinct seasons. Life flourishes. This rainforest even seconds in fertility to the Nile River. Constantly, there is food and half wet humid air for the life therein.   This orchid is of a rare species, as many of the

Love Orchid in the Rainforest2021-04-14T17:00:27-04:00
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