Y. Counts

Y. Counts

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Like water, I will seek my own level

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Cow Poem Cow Poem

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Tree Poem Tree Poem

A Poem by Y. Counts
Be Still Be Still

A Poem by Y. Counts
Defector Defector

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The Moon The Moon

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About Me

My Writing:
I am not a writer by education or by discipline. My poems are like dreams that become complete when given words. From the place beyond words they grow fingers and ask to be born. They tingle and knit together right between my eyes. I try to practice nonresistance and staying in the infinite now moment. My writing often reflects my ideas about dismantling identity and perception.




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Posted 12 Years Ago


Hi friend, I hope to see you back on the Cafe soon,
it would be great to read your new inspirations ^_^
Kindest Regards, Michael

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Posted 15 Years Ago


Have a great week, my new friend! And continue with that ongoing journey of discovery, otherwise known as life.....


Julian

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Posted 16 Years Ago


Yea, I've been writing a little again - off and on. Couldn't sleep last night and I've been meaning to check you out on here, so here I am. Just posted some rambling I wrote last night. Looking forward to reading more of your stuff soon!

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Posted 16 Years Ago


Ah, well said, dear one. The never ending cycle of a*s in mouth. Where is the beginning? Where is the end? In the essence? In the potential? In the manisfestation? It's nowhere, dear, nowhere. Be here now.

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Posted 16 Years Ago


The name sounds familiar ill check him out but yeah North beach is great glad you enjoyed yourself good to hear from u 2
J

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Posted 16 Years Ago


Likewise =)

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Posted 16 Years Ago


Happy VD! ~ Christel

After a while ...
... you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,

And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
And company doesn't mean security,

And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises

And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open,

With the grace of a woman,
Not the grief of a child

And you learn to build all your roads on today,
Because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans
and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.

After awhile you learn that even sunshine
Burns if you get too much

So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
In stead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers

And you learn that you really can endure...
That you really are strong
And you really do have worth,
and you learn and learn...
With every good bye you learn.
by Veronica Shoffstall 1971

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Posted 17 Years Ago


Hi, thanks for accepting my friends request, i look
forward to reading your work, ttyl, take care, mike
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