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Month: October 2022

Posted on October 26, 2022October 26, 2022

Thought Stream

Sometimes there is no label. No definition satisfactory to the one emersed in a thing. Sometimes a thing can only be defined by the person experiencing; and yet, the observers often talk the loudest. Sometimes time stops existing. In these moments the present moment is the only thing resting between me and the source of…

Posted on October 26, 2022October 26, 2022

A Quick Thank You

I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who has liked any of my posts or subscribed. I appreciate the company. It feels like maybe someone out there is listening. It might get lonely while I work out my main piece. I hope you all are so blessed. I hope life sends you each…

Posted on October 18, 2022October 18, 2022

Diaries: Entry #1 The Architect In Me

Broken Things Break Things.Then Fixers Come to Fix Them expediently.Only to remain too long and become broken too.Because some beings would rather remain broken and blue.And you might come between them and their method of obtaining sympathies… And, this, is a dangerous thing to be. Not saying this is everybody, more like… Beware of the…

Posted on October 9, 2022

I Surrender

I surrender. Open the golden gates.I fall back and trust. Open the depths.Protect me while I scale the brass walls meant to house me.Thank you for the wings you offered me for soaring.Thank you for the eagles that circled above me.Thank you for the sunshine and the grass under my feet.Thank you for the mysteries…

Posted on October 3, 2022October 4, 2022

A Few of My Favorite Things

Babies smiling back at me, when I’ve made a funny face at them.Birds swooping and diving in for the offering I’ve been allowed to leave them.Offering me song and sanctuary while I’m contemplating everything…These, are a few of my favorite things. Green leaves dancing together to fool me, if I close my eyes, into thinking,Maybe…

Posted on October 3, 2022October 3, 2022

Little Love Notes, That’s All… She Wrote: Contemplative Poem

Lost in the ethers. I’m whisper screaming in my sanctuary. And yet, not one big little ask, manifests.Not a dragon. Not a lost twin. Not fire from within. No revenge… no vengeance. No, silly human being, vengeance is only biding its time. Deep down, this rings funny and true to me, the magical combo. Life’s…

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