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poetry

If I Still Wrote. {poetry}

  The footsteps have faded into the crowd and throngs, The voices faint, I don’t hear them anymore. But if I still wrote love, on the pangs of waiting, you’d speak again. Sleep, wakefulness, silence — no matter — will be deafeningly alive, Of a hand held, of songs raw to this  ...

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The Heart Breaking Open: Release Me.

Exposing the heart and soul to the openness required for growth requires letting go of the constructs of our individual identities, in order to become a part of the larger, unquantifiable, indescribable, indestructible loop. It requires extreme vulnerability and attention to uncertainty.

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To Take A Lover In The Fall {poem}

To take a lover in the Fall, When the sunlight slants golden Is ideal.   Tumbling softly, slowly Floating and falling with the leaves And landing in heap.   Autumnal in hue and flavor. Persimmon. Pomegranate. Pear. Crimson kisses on bare limbs.   To take a lover in the Fall,  ...

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