Tag Archives: nature

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 Imperfection of our Perfection

“The most authentic thing about us is our capacity to create, to overcome, to endure, to transform, to love and to be greater than our suffering.” ~ Ben Okri. For the last few days, I’ve been deep in thought and … Continue reading

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Garden and Rose

In the garden of petal and prose sun obscured by flower heads cedar boughs brush air cloaked of arduous echoes ladders of overgrown, misplaced thoughts supine to waning watering can rusty clippers stilled as straw swept sounds suffer sharply through … Continue reading

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Maybe prayer is…

Maybe prayer is in the ordinary the soul’s scent of unmade beds a shawl shouldered by dawn green tea’s steam and fired tainted sunsets Maybe the sound of prayer is wings of feathered flight leafy flags in sentient breeze and … Continue reading

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My Soul’s Democracy.

How can I explain this intense sensation of humankind’s fraught frame fighting with shadows? The ache invades my heart. My skin quickens to flames and my thoughts turn to ashes. I disrobe into sea’s tears and ask trees to be … Continue reading

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Memories can bend new

Maybe it’s the way sunlight sways on curve of laced web maybe it’s how daydreams blend with layered sound of green canopy or how sky is an accepting window of clear blue tempting endless maybe this moment which has now … Continue reading

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Overwhelming as it is beautiful.

Sometimes I don’t just see a tree, or stars, or a distant mountain. I feel them. Laced leaves finger freely through my cells and stars orbit a crosshatched sketch of symbols as I follow. Mountains breathe at dusk and lift … Continue reading

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