I watch the pendulum arch back and forth
Steady in it's motion as it moves
between two extremes
It begins to slow and comes
to rest in the middle
The lesson is here
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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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2018
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February
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- Her Grief
- Morning 2/27/18
- Mantra
- Morning 2/26/18
- Morning 2/25/18
- I and We
- Morning 2/24/18
- God of Fire
- Freewrite 2/22/18
- Slate
- Growth / Maturity
- harmony
- Winter Day
- Calling and Memory
- The Mountain
- The Working Poor
- The Watch
- The Escape
- Wednesday, February 14th 2018
- Morning 2/13/18
- Imperfect Student
- Pendulum at Rest
- Past Lives and Current Incarnations What are we b...
- Incarnation of Now
- Morning 2/11/18
- Morning 2/10/18
- An Invitation to Violence
- The Dreamer
- Is There Heaven
- Morning 2/7/18
- Morning 2/6/18
- Sentinel
- Departure
- The Painter
- Purple Flower Bloom
- Espejo
- Dreaming Into Reality
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February
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About Me
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When I am not writing this is what I do.
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