Living on in memory
even as these bodies
age and disappear
Flip the invisible switch within yourself
Thought and Action are the key
Doors opening and closing
Let in the light
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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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December
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- From Here
- Love is a shadow
- Simple Joys
- Junk
- Morning 12/29/17
- Morning 12/28/17
- The Drive
- Morning 12/27/17
- Contemplation / Morning 12/26/17
- Here We are free Together
- A Christmas Message
- When the Earth was young and we were old.
- Hear and Understand
- Morning 12/23/17
- Creation and Healing
- Beautiful Gina
- Morning 12/21/17
- morning 12/20/17
- that which feeds
- Will love become the dawn?
- We must learn to do what is right by doing what is...
- words
- Ocean
- Questions
- beach dream
- Vessel
- The Expected
- Morning 12/16/17
- Morning 12/15/17
- Wind and Sand
- Prophet
- pendulum
- morning 12/13/17
- Morning 12/12/17 / 35th Anniversary
- To walk the path is to live the path.
- Unseen Landscape
- Try Again
- This Moment Is Now
- The Name the Wind Calls Itself
- Morning 12/9/17
- I wake and I dream
- moment
- Caught Thinking
- That Which Longs to Be Born
- Morning 12/5/17
- Morning 12/4/17
- Morning 12/3/17
- The Invisible World
- Beautiful Sky
- Two Halves
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December
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About Me
life
When I am not writing this is what I do.
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