Monthly Archives: March 2015

Apple blossom dream.

I will sleep in an apple blossom under a starry sky. And soak in a magical elixir between the heavens and the earth. There I will intersect in the safety of infinity where nothing hurts. Advertisements

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An unabashed crescendo of spring. {poetry}

Fresh fallen spring rain, dappled sunlight caresses, titillates the warming earth. A bed, of newborn leaves glisten, bent, dip. Soft moss, lays open upon the soddened, and awakened. Leaves, unfurl in the moist spring chill. A bird’s trill enhances a … Continue reading

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It’s senseless to worry, but I still do.

I’m not sure where to begin today. Nevertheless, I sit in the center of multiple intersecting circles, pulling threads to see where they’ll lead. It’s such a chaotic space; leaves my stomach in a burning tangle with webs and origami … Continue reading

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A soundless cry. {poetry}

She had multiple sides to her, even she didn’t understand the vices of yesterday’s past would surface and engulf her she struggled to breathe but air was short stuffed in a cylinder or under a bed she cried soundlessly otherwise … Continue reading

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Just before night, there’s music. {poetry}

It’s happening again… To witness and slip a few notes below silence, just before the night’s sea and watch the edges fade. The saplings become shadows — sentries of the night. Each branch touching and overlapping into a synchronistic lattice … Continue reading

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I crave real: My soul is allergic to fake.

I crave real.  My soul is allergic to fake. I reverberate on octaves of genuine connections. Please spare me the chit-chat unless you are warming up to dive deeper. My heart beats an irregular thump as it is cushioned by … Continue reading

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Echoes of angel’s wings. {Poetry}

It happens sometimes, in early morning a pewter mist touches the dawn of light casting an ancient heaviness a shroud of seamless walls, it’s the space of echoing angel’s wings.

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