I wake and tell myself I am ready
Clearing mind and body
of any clouding substance
Days now of this fasting
These words through my lips
Heart in rhythm to the sound
Chant and connect
It's all in your head
Your thoughts shaped your perspective
Your thoughts create the world
Cycles of Sun and Moon
Tides of the Soul
Passing of time
What wisdom do we nurture
I have found the heart of creation
within you
within myself
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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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July
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- Morning 7/31/17
- Bored of Drink
- Walk This Path With Me
- Morning 7/29/17
- Morning 7/28/17
- Morning 7/26/17
- Morning 7/25/17
- Why should a new age dawn if we are not yet ready ...
- Morning 7/23/17
- Morning 7/22/17
- Morning 7/21/17
- Morning 7/20/17
- Dawnbreaker I'm hanging on until my fingers canno...
- This is not a message. There is no meaning here. ...
- Morning 7/18/17
- Morning / Afternoon 7/17/17
- Morning 7/16/17
- Morning 7/15/17
- The Struggle
- Morning 7/14/17
- Morning 7/13/17
- I want this world to have a revolution of the soul...
- Freewrite 7/12/17
- From Dream to Honesty
- morning 7/11/17
- No More Worry
- beautiful and alone
- Declarative
- Your Happiness
- Morning 7/9/17
- Morning 7/8/17
- Morning 7/7/17
- Dreams That Call
- Morning 7/6/17
- Morning 7/5/17
- first light
- daydreaming
- Morning 7/4/17
- Morning 7/3/17
- Morning 7/2/17
- Evening 7/1/17
- Morning 7/1/17
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July
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When I am not writing this is what I do.
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