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Insistent, persistent, faithfulnudging, pushing, and thrusting us into growth.Like a seed tucked in the earth isforced to show its face to the sun in ..
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The Meeting PlaceYou like to touch me there,don’t you?In the space where the sun and moon collideand contradictions are erased.I runinto the tan..
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DEATHA window opens in the woods,struggling with branch and leaf....Climbing through,falling, falling,rising, soaringIt’s another place ofGloryA..
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This isn't a poem, but it also isn't a story, a chapter or any of my other choices:-)
Its just a late night thought in prose.
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We are the light and dark,the higher and the lower, the distant relatives of angels,and the children of flesh...we are melded and made,and thrust from..
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Our interactions and our responsesbecome our daily offering to a Universal Godwho always bids us.....Come up higher,Rise above
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Come sit with me a spellon the bank of this riverof mystery and madness....Lets ponder in silence,What its all about?This world of gaping wounds and h..
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Funny isn’t it,How your fingers have scrawled and crawledacross the miles of mystery, whereYour hand has laid itself downupon my trembling heart..
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If I had gotten my wayI wouldn’t have seenthe light fall softlyon a particular leaf in a particular way.I would not have witnessed the branches ..
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Where did you come from Oh wisdom walker?Experience caked to your soul like mud on boots.What breath, what star, what sea or skybirthed and blessed t..
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