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Autumn Thoughts
Speeding through November with December around the corner, a pause is warranted in the daily flow to reflect, to think, to breath. The sun settles into the horizon earlier as darkness consumes more time and the cold encourages us to seek more warmth within ourselves. The day emerges slowly with orange and purple streaks as…
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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 – 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 – 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 – Shadows
Thoughts and memories buried deep in our minds originating from time so long ago and across vast distances we become lost in the numbers and mathematics, but the light and energy is seared and imprinted like a birthmark of unknown origin. And we may not know or discover this deep knowledge and history until some…
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Poem – Witnessing Time
Deep into the frozen land we venture. Holding hands with no words spoken. Miles away mountain shadows grow as the sun appears. Like old film stuttering and jumping we desperately hold to this place to this moment. Fading between gusts of wind we taste the other side the other world the other dimension some…
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Poem – Transitions
Through our normal daily lives, time consistently pushes us forward toward goals and moments we may or may not be aware of. We are on this train, sometimes without a conductor, but most times with no way to pause or exit that train. While in some regards, the choosing of what defines our view of…
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Poem – What is Left
I see shadows drifting behind the trees. Across the wetlands dogs bark, a warning of coyotes stirring about. Jets crisscross the empty sky bathing in evening light. As this day closes and the night takes over I am left here in the darkness with the exposed version of myself.
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Poem – This Unknown Path They Created
(1) The march from across the fields and sea signals it is time. Are they peering across the empty space and watching events unfold? Are they among us now and with every move and change are the unseen influence? And whose path do they desire us to follow? (2) I walk across the field and…
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Poem – Night Becomes the Day
The empty fields will breath darkness until giving way to the increasing light. What today is hidden in shadows will slowly be revealed. What will you see when the night becomes the day?