There is a flow to nourish the bones of my story Her singing bowls have just begun a morning’s ring… Advertisements
Let the ceilings fall Let the earth open it’s lungs Let the magic in the trees reach out to me Between here and sanity Between lost shoes… Read more “Letters of me:”
I got up with a fire in my belly rhythm in my step Poetry in my veins VisionarieKindness 2015
Some days stillness can be moved with thunder and loud crashes of hail but that’s where good stories begin…
Oh darling just dance, Shed your tears to skies upon stolen dreams we weep out of death life has replenished us anew song.
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StillnessSpeaks.com “Breathing in, I see myself as still water. Breathing out, I reflect things as they are.” ~ Thích Nhất Hạnh Image credit: Autumn Stream, by Art… Read more “Breathing Light:~ Thích Nhất Hạnh”
Sanity -Night, Hog-weeds are much taller in late-spring. Miles of untapered Normality-falling into shard-glass. Hearts-pumping in misery Watching the sun and moon hold hands pressing breast to breast… Read more “Spoons (Day 28 NaPoWriMo”