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Poem – What We Choose
Beyond the objects and projections we see there lies the energy and matter, the ancient building blocks arranged in shapes denoted with absorption and reflection of light. What we see exists only at the moment. What we see is an extension of ourselves, of the same fragmented and scattered material coming together through the reality…
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Thoughts on the Empty Field
I have written a bit about the concept of an empty field and what this means spiritually, mentally, and physically to myself as a wandering soul, a student of this life struggling to relate and come to terms with previous lives. The empty field is the essence of the mind and energy transferred to a…
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Poem – Ravaged
an empty road cuts various swaths through empty, arid fields until it stops. an object prostrated exactly where the road ends, the fields border. this impasse familiar, repeated. beyond the body unknown landscape or wasteland. disconnected, detached we watch events unfold. again. unaware of the role we play. a vulture descends from nowhere wrapped in…