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Late Night’s and Words.

It’s the indigo of soul, raking fingers over words with the sight of an observer yet squeezing a pulse riddled beneath time. Sometimes I get lost remembering what day is overexposed sentimental parabola. I can re-taste the awkward laced aches, … Continue reading

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We’ll Rise.

Remember, even in the darkest mist, we’ll rise at the crest of stars and the vested moon and surrender to halo of cosmos. Even at the worst of our weary and anguished flesh flooding on the blinks of twilight – … Continue reading

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The Paradox of Still.

I’ll explore the paradox of still within the buzz of my thoughts and the gentle cocoon of sketching an outline of now versus what will be. I’ll enjoy the synchronicities of words, or the way shadows tilt and fully embrace … Continue reading

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Finding our holy.

Maybe, it’s the way the sun always sets or how rain showers the soul an octave or two below middle C. Maybe, it’s how the room shifts and the shadows remain. We need to rest when aches can’t breathe and … Continue reading

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A winter’s landscape.

The winter’s nightscape was dabbled with sparks of light. The moon, lowered on threads of spun stardust, amplified the cries of the unheard. I crept closer to hear and held the hand of distress. She was near the creases of … Continue reading

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Infinity.

I don’t fully understand how some moments can be so exquisite and others with a flip of a feather, the doors and windows of our psyche can feel the minute explosion of everything. It can be a swift descent and … Continue reading

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Music heals

It’s in the quicksand of overthinking we can get lost in a trembling dervish of self-doubts. It’s necessary to seek the golden ratio of circling inward to find any space of quiet. Sunlight creates such divine music and the wind … Continue reading

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