Contemplation finds itself when moods have stormed away, and I can sit alone and grey upon a cold and cloudy day. I watch the sky slow-rotate round while I wait, lowly, on the ground. So calm when all my fire’s spent I feel the pulse where blood has went from heart to head and back […]
Read more "Contemplation"My life was once a stable pool bounded on the sides by stones that held the bank, preserved the cool of tranquil waters’ silent flow. But now I pass the river by, whenever I travel market road and see the bark-peels desperate try to keep their heads above the flow. The river gurgles up and […]
Read more "The River Teaches"I gobbled life voraciously, assuming each unending bit for me. For free. I still bite eagerly, but recently each piece seems heaven’s costly peace. – – – Photo by Ana M.: https://www.pexels.com
Read more "There was a time"We teach the best by stumbling in ways we thought we knew, and stubbing toes on drywall till we find the way to stalk. – The cleanly path, the painful-less that smooths its way around like silken shoes is bound to lose the strength of real and talk. – And so we strive to go […]
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