Welcome to a world of limitless possibilities, where the journey is as exhilarating as the destination, and where every moment is an opportunity to make your mark on the canvas of existence. The only limit is the extent of your imagination.
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how she loves
As the mirror loves The face reflected – As the water loves The sun that warms it – As the lake loves The night that chills it – As the air loves The lungs that breathe it – As the peach loves The mouth that tastes it – As the word loves The pen that…
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the old bones of the past
~of Michael We talk over the old bones of the past, The way people sitting beside a campfire Take a stick and poke the dying embers of flame Licking the last log-remnants Burning in the night air of endings. We sigh over how it makes sense now The scenarios once locking us all in blindness…
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the God of your Soul-Self
Walking toward Photography in search of a How To book that isn’t there — I turn toward the whispering shelves of poetry– Hafiz, Billy Collins, Rilke, Rumi, a chorus calling me to take them home. I do. A million sparkling lights of hope and friendship — voices, voices, voices calling out a hum of knowing,…
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Adventure Days
“Awake, Oh Sleeper, and arise from the dead, and Christ will shine on you.” ~Ephesians 5:14 We fall into the place of forgetting how precious the living is, the deep joy of ocean breeze across heated skin, the sound of a bird chirping, singing gratitude for Grace and sunlight,…
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like the wave loves the ocean
You sing me songs through the air. You say every word I’ve cried to hear. You run to me when I long for you. You put your normal life on a platter Toss it into the sky, Turn And hold out your arms to me. Your circling spiral of energy Tornado and whirlwind breeze Heat,…
Why
did she take
the paper flowers
and the huge golden butterfly
inhabiting her head
(along with the stuffed
bird
in her ribcage)
and without saying a word
lay them out
on the wooden
floor?
~Nikos Engonopoulas, from Aubade.
Small Pieces of Being 