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Poem – Path
The path we follow, the path we create is only a door or window and what we find on the other side and along the stone trail are what we put there, what we desire to become in this life and the next. What we choose lasts forever and becomes a part of everything and…
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Poem – Strings
Moments I feel disconnected from the activity surrounding and swallowing me. The words heavy, actions sharp, the light too much to see. I want to live peacefully and cast a wide net but the fields are overgrown, the boulders too large, the obstacles too many. Those we do not know beyond what we are fed…
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Poem – Absentia #1
Absent of light the earth gathers itself reaching out to dark corners and pulling back that which strayed. Before light returns she counts each being and sighs before it begins again.