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In the haze of city lights amidst the drone of a far off ambulance siren I hear these whispers like untamed flames. Hypervigilant, I look this way..

I read his poem today and was left hanging. He pulled me in with gorgeous imagery. I could smell the ocean, the scent of fish in the air, ..

A Silly One

Here, where the water meets the shore lies the rustle of potential. Here, the smooth washed stones breathe their oceanic poetry. Here, i d..

Hanging I read his poem today and was left hanging. He pulled me in with gorgeous imagery. I could smell the ocean, the scent of fish in..

My breath keeps pace with the wind. With each sigh I fall away from myself and toward something much greater. Here in the flicker of stars, ..

She awakens to a world barely blue with laughter. Sky, the color of infinite sand, pale twilight, a hint of memory. It is good to be ..

I love how the first layer of evening folds so gently into days last shades as Orion peeks from his soft ledge of night. The sweet air of dusk ..

I am the fog rising in clouds over the blue of the mountain. I am the slow chug of the train you ride So sure of where your destination will lead y..

I'm spinning the Dharma wheel which in my case looks disarmingly like a Ferris wheel and my Buddha seems to be riding a tricycle and all my anima..