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Poem – The Foundation of Each Day
Like a drone on autopilot I rise when the alarm cuts through the night with no thought or question. I drive the long road through the sleeping city past windows and doors leading to lives I do not know. I, like them, struggle with the burdens, expectations, roadblocks, doubt, and the surprises life throws each…
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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…