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Silent Objections
The calm water reflects the coldmorning sky coming on-line. Pierced by raven calls and lulledby rolling waves. Fragments I carried herebegin to slip into the water. The cold and water I have come to embraceas years have passed, has not changed. The same stones mark the way to an ice covered shorelineand that tree has…
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Has the Time Arrived?
Living in the present with thoughts and energyfirmly cast into the past with vivid memories. Each sunrise across the morning sea,each moment spent here is with your memory. So many years have passed,it feels like yesterday, the heart is heavy,the void still waiting. When the sky turns to gold and the pathI have spent years…
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Tree on Cliff
We have been visiting this location on Lake Superior for 10-years. Through every season and every weather pattern. Regardless of what is happening and going on around me, I always come back to that tree. On the cliff above the turbulent waters, standing tall against the wind, drenched in summer rain, or encased in ice.…
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Poem – Awakened
Scattered wisps of cloudsgive way to the first sunrise. Peaking over the horizon,shoreline rocks absorb each ray. Newly formed ice from high tidecracks and refreezes with each wave. Each inhale brings cold into waiting lungs.Each exhale pushes out impurities from the previous year. Like the steam rising from the sea,I become more awakened with each…
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Poem – Outside of Time
Sands cover the landscape spewing steam. The vast ocean surfaced with the grains I have discarded. Passing through dimensions and space and time. Passing through all matter. I wait here on the rocky shores. The shores of an unnamed planet. What we have spans time. I know beyond what the immediate senses are telling me…
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Poem – The Ancients
Scattered across the window Overlooking the rocky outline Of the lake shore. Cast from the memories of thousand years Together we embrace as the fire Fills the black sky with our own universe And the reflection of the time we have endured And the souls we have emerged as on the other side. Standing side…
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Poem – Perhaps the Ravens Were the Dream
Awakened by raven screams from the top of trees above the rocky shoreline, I briefly let go of the dream I was lost within. I wait. Hoping for its’ return. Perhaps the ravens were the dream. When the integration process started there were no words exchanged, no way to communicate until we discovered the universal…
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Poem – Awoke
I awoke in the spring steeped in memories and lost dreams, standing on the shore of an unnamed lake steeped in golden light. That path I have never left empties into the fields of infinite possibilities and choices and when I am present I see you both hand in hand.
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Photos from Lutsen – 04/13/16
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Photos from Lutsen – 04/12/16