December 7, 2010
a voice wrinkles, cadence unsteady, ballad off key brushing against currents to scratch and scribble betwixt heat and brunt and chill and manacle image in ripples is seen not me what is central, quintessential, besieged Earth to sky quavers cantada heavy, weak is the plea but virtue in words truth unaffected a heaven ensconsed […]
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December 6, 2010
I am grateful… 37. for days that simmer slowly, where moments don’t escape notice, where I let life simmer – and I absorb the minutes as I meet them. 38. for days where I engage in the time as it passes, and I live in the present, even, steady, unwavering, in the now. 39. for […]
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