Six days of clarity
To purify body and mind
Finding myself crossing
An hours worth of distance
Leaving myself at the door
Taking my place within
The stillness of the mandir
Sound and rhythm
Heaven manifest
Inside this place
Peace
Stillness
Time bent
And remade into
Something different
Something new
Finding myself
There once more
As soon as I can
Finding myself
One day
At a time
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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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August
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- A Summer Farewell
- The Beating Heart of the Sunrise
- Summer Sleep
- Lifetime Summation
- Fearful
- Running Late
- Home
- Present
- Morning 8/18/17
- Morning 8/17/17
- stillness
- hearing your sweet laugh may your childhood be ble...
- Birth
- After the Fire
- The thin line between here and forever
- Morning 8/15/17
- Morning 8/13/17
- break direction
- Morning 8/12/17
- Morning 8/11/17
- Morning 8/10/17
- Morning 8/9/17
- I must continue to seek the path that has been rev...
- eternity
- The Answer
- I wish to close the gaps between our memories Do ...
- As We Watch
- Even this night will fade Even this sun will rise
- Late Night Call
- Even the darkness fades away
- Planes and the Nighttime Beach
- Thoughts By An Actual Human.
- Morning 8/1/17
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August
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About Me
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When I am not writing this is what I do.
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