Sitting in my car
looking through the windshield
flecked with rain
resting on the glass
The world glimmers wetly
for a moment
before I turn on the wipers
and see things as
they are once more
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It's always getting late.
When I am not writing this is what I do.
"In the present we are always in memory." - Trish Keenan
It's always getting late.
Introduction
This blog is a virtual notebook of writing that I maintain as often as I can. Poems, stray lines, random observations, all co-exist here. Revisions occur as needed/deemed fit.
See/Hear
A Chronological Archive of Joy and Heartache most often referred to as LIFE
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2017
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April
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- Of Human Need.
- To seek and experience the divine.
- True Consciousness Can Only Expand.
- A language I can hear but cannot understand. Words...
- I am no ghost but I can speak to the wind and hea...
- Sunlight clear my mind of the distractions I have...
- What was the wind saying?
- I wake to morning Sounds of wind and birds in tree...
- Question at Morning
- Dear Child
- Ecstatic Revelation.
- Mantra from the Track
- Let the river flow through me and find it's way th...
- Clarify the Path
- second birth
- multitudes
- Galaxy
- Morning Reminder
- before the drive
- journey
- wholeness
- How does the soul travel?
- Do you want true emotion and joy or a facsimile of...
- Do not forget the lessons that brought you here.
- To Be Better
- Into Light Once Again
- Rearranging the beach one grain of sand at a time.
- Easter Morning Meditations
- If my heart is free There is no mistaking it Glowi...
- Slow march to summer Days of endless warmth and yo...
- Feeling so in love With the memories of us To hold...
- He plays his guitar Sings sweet words over his str...
- Bird lands on the branch Head flits back and forth...
- Remember your lips Pressed against me so tightly T...
- Mexican mornings Slow waking into the day Finding ...
- The Dream, Part 5
- The Dream, Part 4
- The Dream, Part 3
- The Dream, Part 2
- The Dream, Part 1
- Reminders for Myself
- This Moment in Time
- Marrow
- plucking
- early morning drive the city still sleeps in peace...
- How many miles to the sea? How many miles until we...
- Reverse Writing
- Light unfurls across the sky like a scroll waiting...
- Morning Freewrite 4/5/17
- The Shadow of Kukulcan.
- Buenos dias, Tunkas
- Reasons
- Calling
- Not Enough
- Never Underestimate the Invisible War.
- You want Rebirth & Revelation
- Short Thoughts on the Road
- behind / in front
- soft morning
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April
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About Me
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When I am not writing this is what I do.
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