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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our first conversation
“And the Word became flesh.” Christ is known to me this way. The rustle and moan of vibration flowing-peace-words of poetry.
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but poets know
There is a reason the snake bite must be cut and bled, a mouth needed to suck the poison out, spit it away into nothingness.
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stretched thin with yearning
That desert sea of sand holds the roots in mystery as the reaching toward heaven begins — hot rolling hours change the day moving into hours of darkness and chill wind blows in, howling, from the ocean cold. Here — Life digs in deeper, then reaches higher, higher, higher — outstretched and stretched thin with…
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 