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What Exists Between each Breath
Spending the day home from work with a massive headache, most of it was spent sleeping. Now that it has passed and I feel more normal (a very loose definition), I sit in silence, thinking about the time that has passed and where we go from here. In the midst of obligations, timelines, deadlines, stress,…
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Poem – Shift in Energy Patterns
We survived the 21st and made it to northern MN, to be rewarded with Nature’s majesty. Photos will be posted later of the sunset of the winter solstice and the guardian Orion watching over us. We are still here having survived the end of this physical place. Did I learn anything from this warning issued…
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Reasons, Forgotten
Why do we hang on to things? Why do we hold some reservation or ill-well toward others, even with the passage of time? As an example, and something that triggered this: the other morning while walking the dog around the block, I saw one of our neighbors. I thought to myself, without hesitation, that I…
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Shift, markers and perception
There has been much talk about a shift and some big event that will shake humanity like a rag doll, until we wake up. It is supposed to lift us from a deep sleep, bring us into the light and in front of a mirror, where we gaze at the reflection of what we are…
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Poem – Time
measured paces of swift moving feet across ocean sands. years pacing back and forth what am I waiting for? what passed through here first? in the time of no time what do we measure ourselves and forward progress against? what passes between moments? do music beats sound different? the sea crashes against shipwrecked fishing vessel,…
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Influence
Our sphere of influence. Do we know, realize, or even care about the people around us who are directly or indirectly influenced by our actions? Something as simple as an angry gesture or honking your horn while driving. What does the recipient of those actions carry forth with them on the rest of the drive,…
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Jackson Pollock Poem – Fragment, Chaos
I stand above the floor scrambled mess of lines, blobs and various colors – and I feel peace and this makes sense nothing is linear or flows in one direction the chaos of multiple thoughts and emotions from infinite sources eventually swirls inward and collides, the resulting entanglement, the explosion a representation of the mind’s…
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What is this Made of? (Draft)
Life events and the daily grind have eased a bit, so I thought I would post a draft of this new piece I started a couple of days ago. For the time being, I am posting these type of pieces both here and at Quantum Awareness until each finds their unique identity. If all moments…
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Where
It seems I have been lost in the ether again. The weather here has been chaotic, oscillating within days between mid-summer and early fall. My thoughts seem to follow this pattern and are in synch with the weather, as my writing has gone from productive to nothing and everything in between. Recent events, including a…
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The Meeting
(1) I followed the man in a red robe with deep purple beads and dreadlocks through the town square lined with meat, seafood, rugs, and incense vendors. Past the fountain until we stopped at the waters edge. I vow to become the swift moving stream atop the slow moving bedrock that is the world I…