Holy as love

  A moment, of forever                      “Holy as love You were my Winter prayer, my Christmas miracle. We found a safe place to keep… Continue reading

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Windmills of your mind.

  Windmills of your mind Grandfather told me often, life move quickly, make the good day last longer and forget the bad days. Now old age is upon me, the windmills of my… Continue reading

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Poetry: Winds of Change

Originally posted on Infinity Love Steps:
By Monica C. Voskamp ? Calm & quiet your heart Just be still Let all the voices of the world Fade away into Whispers of yesterday. ?…

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Morning sun

Originally posted on African Poetry & Stories by Oke Iroegbu:
Shine forth morning sun Make dew drop and disappear Paint the world gold And take all gloom away, From fields let farmers behold,…

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Quotes: Wabi Sabi

Originally posted on Timeless Classics:
***** The tides of time should be able to imprint the passing of the years on an object. The physical decay or natural wear and tear of the…

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The waterfall

“Hearts awry Wary ghostly grasp Weary lonely gasp Yet I can’t hold Enclasp” Robert.   Waterfall “Hearts awry Wary ghostly grasp Weary lonely gasp Yet I can’t hold Enclasp” The night is silence,… Continue reading

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Nothing remains the same

Now nothing remains the same     Your name came to me late in the midnight hour. Brought back the canvas of your perfect body, kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name,… Continue reading

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La petite mort

La petite mort She was a portrait of beauty. Her love was locked away, waiting for the perfect man and the gentle embrace. She asked me. Was any kindness or good left in… Continue reading

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92. Let’s Talk about Death (and live 2020!)

Originally posted on Michelle Adam:
BLOG 92— (present reflections tied to March 2001 journal entries about my healing journey)—I want to talk about Death. Yes, Death. That one we whisper ever so quietly…

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A love story

   A love story You were going to be a dancer, a poet, going to save our world. I was content to be in the reflection of your eyes. I told you often… Continue reading

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