Tag: poetry
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Muddy Water
I met a little girl yesterday. Well, we didn’t officially meet. We played in a puddle, muddy water splashing our feet Hers covered by sparkles, wellies so perfect and neat. Mine with treads hiding some worn elderly feet. For a moment in time our years didn’t matter. Names, introductions, chatter to flatter. Our dandelions floated…
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If You Let It
Something went on in the sky yesterday. We can explain it, predict it, model it, anticipate it. But seeing it—experiencing it? That goes, not beyond, but without measure. Time almost stands still in a total eclipse, it seems. The slow progression can just be discerned. Then that moment of total triumph blares its horn in…
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simple treasures
morning dawns, but once a day laughing moon, it goes away a new day beckons, here to stay but no, it goes and knows, no foes toiling hands, and monkey minds never knowing, what she finds a seeing eye, yours to grow located somewhere, here below below the fields, of here and there patterned breaths,…
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Land of Possibility
I live in a land of possibility where dreams spring forth like great avenues, the ebb and flow of its oceans rendering hope and serenity in each pulsation. I live in a land of possibility where loons sound the alarm as eagles soar overhead, and my hands toil rather than fret, where eyes meet and…
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The Bed Worth the Making
Taking to the trails, wandering up the blazes, watching footsteps diligently, and every now and then… asking: What am I missing? Look up? Look around? Where does your happiness abound? Is it in your cell? Is it in your self? Your pursuit for more money? Is it in your family? Is it in your home?…
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Wondering
Time teasingly beckons, but have you lived? Have you found the dew on the lotus flower? Kissed a chubby cheek? Have you found some meaning in the sunrise? A connection to the bird of prey? Have you breathed deeply, stepped softly and found differences between conscience, ego and unconditional acceptance? Did the four leaf clover…
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Your Turn
A kind heart starts with an open mind the door of the Soul ajar every breath a new turn a rotation an open opportunity your turn your turn to begin anew spinning to see the world with open eyes eyes forthcoming never straining seeing always inward as well as out your open-hearted kind mind awaits…
Mind Set Go 