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Surviving
Slow down, stop, look to the sky. With eyes closed, take in nature, exhale burdens, worries, and angst. If only for that moment.
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Poem – Saman
The black silent outline moves closer as time passes, time not from here. The empty sky vibrates as a thin line emerges from the horizon’s depths. I walk into the water folding with the sky and feel no cold, no pain, no burden as the golden light seeps into my heart. Upon the ancient boulders…
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Poem – Taking the Path into the Darkening Sky
Falling off the concrete path, I landed in the empty fields surrounded with autumn colors. I was not sure where to turn next, what road to follow, or where I wanted to go. The trees then opened showing me a path leading up into the darkening blue sky, into the unknown.
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Poem – The Road
The road into the distant sky seems untouchable, the journey seems impossible, but this is the start, this is only the beginning, if I choose to walk. I return to that road whenever direction is needed whenever I need a reminder of the path at my feet that I choose to forget. How to bring…
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Poem – Into the Shadows
Holding up the sky as morning settles into the fields. We pass beneath the ancient canopy and quietly fall into its shadows.
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Poem – The Bridge
Years ago, after the moment passed, one of those life changing decisions that, somewhere inside, I know altered my chemistry, my core and will reside with me the rest of this life, and each that may follow, I said to myself, years from now, will I forgive, regret, or forget? Now I am here today,…
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Poem – Mountain Dust
Mountains cast their shadows across my face as the distant river fills the canyon heading toward the sea. The path these feet follow, paved years before by faces I do not know, yet I feel their presence and hear voices scattered to the ancient wind. If I peeled away the layers of each universe would…
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Poem – Stars
And we sailed in a cosmic boat made from dreams across an ocean of stars. Guided by distant energy we only feel drawn to what we do not yet see. Paddling through stellar dust we travelled through star nurseries. Something on the other side draws us closer as we lose track of the passing years.…
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Poem – At the End of the Day
Cast from expectations of treeless horizons and concrete enforced cities, we landed here within the forest which quickly enveloped us. Towering pines scatter the August afternoon and we run through fallen needles and shadows. At the end of the day we rest in the native grases and watch butterfly wings open and close.
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Poem – Fracture 74 (Fire)
into the flames the willow tree burns smoldering leaves melt from the crown dripping into the snow. I walk away as the last root burns and shake gasoline from my fingertips. the waiting messiah smiles snow building around its presence. the thinning horizon meets the whitening land as shadows disperse. when the last ember cools…