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Forgiveness is loving a flower that has already withered
Accepting the naked stem
Not expect expecting it to bloom again
28 Thursday Sep 2023
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Forgiveness is loving a flower that has already withered
Accepting the naked stem
Not expect expecting it to bloom again
08 Tuesday Nov 2022
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And I ask but again, “what is love?”
It’s the shedding of something
That casts you into such bare nakedness
It ought leave one in shivers
And yet here you stand
As tall as ever
Basking in that warm glow
15 Tuesday Feb 2022
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Because I remember that one setting sun’s warm embrace
The lustful kiss of a mountain wind that chapped my face
The torrid heat of a desert that sucked me dry
And that monsoon burst from a vengeful sky
The call of a hawk that climaxed a canyon’s silence
The crash of a salty wave that married peace with violence
I could no longer settle for some mundane lover’s lie
My standards were now far too high
03 Thursday Feb 2022
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She was the greatest sculptor, the most talented painter, though she had not hands.
She cavorted with her allies Time and Wind and Water as she perfected her ever-changing canvas.
Every stroke, every chisel nothing more than a magnificent work in progress.
And her masterpiece was called Love.
15 Saturday Jan 2022
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The silhouette of a naked tree
I watch him voyeuristically
In the stillness of a windless night
Boldly drinking full moon’s light
His branches like fingers
In darkness, love lingers
A solemn stretch he makes
My breath away he takes
02 Sunday May 2021
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And she tried to remind herself that she was enough
But realized she was everything – the spirit of the trees and the seas and the mountains and the breeze
Her freckles mimicked grains of sand on the great Sahara
That unruly hair the fur of every wild beast on the planet
Her heartbeat was the very pulse of time itself
And her smile carved a Grand Canyon on her face
In that moment
The glimmer in her eyes
Could only be matched by the twinkle of every star in the cosmos
And that was indeed
More than enough for her
09 Wednesday Sep 2020
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When you dream awake, they call it a daydream
But I don’t dream of the day
I am seduced by the night
The moon is my muse and I long for another kiss
And I write in the light of his full face tonight
He pulls me in as if I were his only lover
And it is surely a lie
But he is all mine in my mind
And so together we write…
01 Friday Feb 2019
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inUnsure which way to move…
I am not bound to direction like the stream that flows at my feet.
But is it truly bound?
Constantly moving, without thought, without contemplation.
Just action and reaction.
Moving right along to a destination yet unknown.
Singing its song as its body ripples over the stones.
Quiet at moments only to thrash with all its power right around the bend.
Dependent on the curves of this land yet creating them, expanding them over time.
Could such a force live inside my soul?
One of great power and life?
Unyielding yet harmonious and flexible to the forces around me?
One that is dependent on and creator of the path that yet lies ahead?