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just a girl

like a cactus in the desert

When every cell of my body wants to be done with it I miss you a word, a feeling, that experience and use sparingly but about you, it’s clear A feeling slowly emerges  and I soon recognize it Like a…

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holding

don’t wanna talk about  it or tell you who I am or listen to you tell me people aren’t explained, they are experienced don’t want leftover’s not your’s or anyone else’s no hand-me-down kinda love there are no half measures…

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narrow country highways

the smell of paint reminds me of my grandfather my mother’s father, he was a painter paint cans were everywhere, in all of if his three garages and cats so many cats, kittens and dogs he always had at least one…

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moment to moment

she drew in life through breath stepping back to let him take the lead paused for a moment while he got strong while he chose it was soon that the curtain lifted like a fog like a soft voice inside…

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The Guesthouse ~Rumi

My favorite Rumi piece… This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows, who…

just a girl

morning shelter

She woke, to find herself, watched over by his heart, wrapped in his arms Stretching and purring like a cat against his chest, only to press herself in more Full. She settled into his open embrace a place, intended by…

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lovely,

this is how she feels when she thinks of him wrap her arms around him happy to be warm near him and take him in he stays close to curl into him during the night warm, safe, solid present loving…

expansion

stillness

and so stillness found the girl who chased her tail the girl who, like rooted tree, weathered storm season in all of it’s facets it happened slowly an it spoke wisely of notions of deep bonds morphed from the passing…

grief to relief, uncut

as deep as canyon

I can look back and regret the choices of my youth and I do I have never known the true essence of regret until now it’s not what it is made out to be it’s more like a yearning I…

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