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  • places I’d never think I’d see wide, open, glimpses of other’s lives carried now within my soul and my heart feels like it will burst open with gratitude I yearn...

    grounded

    places I’d never think I’d see wide, open, glimpses of other’s lives carried now within my soul and my heart feels like it will burst open with gratitude I yearn...

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  • her body laid before him like an angel, slain and split open like a sacrificial offering with each slow strum of his fingers a chord resonates through her body the...

    Shimmering

    her body laid before him like an angel, slain and split open like a sacrificial offering with each slow strum of his fingers a chord resonates through her body the...

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  • Not wanting to say your name or share it knowing you are my very own Felipe I’ll say only that and whisper your name in my heart and casually in...

    Felipe

    Not wanting to say your name or share it knowing you are my very own Felipe I’ll say only that and whisper your name in my heart and casually in...

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  • with each moment my heart is less and less wrapped around yours I find myself freer and freer from that ties that bind my heart is a little brighter my...

    with each moment my heart is less and less wrapped around yours I find myself freer and freer from that ties that bind my heart is a little brighter my...

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  • Heavy and thick And cold comes as the wind picks up Trees swaying in unison   You taught me how to tell the rain How to feel it’s coming on...

    How to Tell the Rain

    Heavy and thick And cold comes as the wind picks up Trees swaying in unison   You taught me how to tell the rain How to feel it’s coming on...

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  • the smell of paint reminds me of my grandfather my mother’s father, he was a painter paint cans were everywhere, in all of if his three garages and cats so many...

    narrow country highways

    the smell of paint reminds me of my grandfather my mother’s father, he was a painter paint cans were everywhere, in all of if his three garages and cats so many...

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  • it’s in the palm  of your hand your giant hand that envelopes all of me that’s where I close my eyes to be where I don’t wanna be where I...

    In the Palm of Your Hand

    it’s in the palm  of your hand your giant hand that envelopes all of me that’s where I close my eyes to be where I don’t wanna be where I...

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  • There is no love that nurtures like the love of a caring woman wether she is loving her man, her children, her family, or strangers.   My grandfather lost his...

    The love of a woman…

    There is no love that nurtures like the love of a caring woman wether she is loving her man, her children, her family, or strangers.   My grandfather lost his...

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  • she drew in life through breath stepping back to let him take the lead paused for a moment while he got strong while he chose it was soon that the...

    moment to moment

    she drew in life through breath stepping back to let him take the lead paused for a moment while he got strong while he chose it was soon that the...

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  • My favorite Rumi piece… This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and...

    The Guesthouse ~Rumi

    My favorite Rumi piece… This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and...

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