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Foam on the river. The clouds passing quickly by, in the morning light.
sitting in the dark The ominous droning sound of a mosquito.
A tiny dewdrop on the tip of a grass blade is a universe.
There’s a tipping point inside your life when you first learn how to live. Knowing you’re not judged by what you have, but by what you have to give.
The whirlpool of my thoughts, images of what might be. twisting with silver strands, on the edge of the mind’s sea. The water slowly churns winding tighter as it falls slowly into the center as the lonely seagull calls. What ship could navigate it, or cause the swells to cease? my thoughts give … Continue reading
Swimming serenely on the surface of your eye clouds and a blue sky.
Like a lion’s mane Yellow petals wrapped around a dark gold-rimmed eye.
The day hangs heavy. Droplets in the muggy air weighing down my thoughts.
What is perspective? Holding a pecan in hand and seeing the tree.
Relief is a cloak Thrown on the ground before you jump into the lake.
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