18 Wednesday Apr 2012
Posted in poems
young trees all the same height
on the edge of the undeveloped land
and from below the horizon
the top of a crane
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crane & horizon wormholes: Heathrow / Airport
trees wormhole: altogether
hedy bach original photography mixed stories and music
My thoughts take me on interesting journies! I’d like to share some here..
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it is all just bullshit anyway.....
ab ovo usque ad mala
I am the "little armored one", moving gently through life. Hoping to safeguard my sensitivities with layers of words and the expression of thought. Shielding my mirror neurons at times, or tasting music and spinning till I'm dizzy. Every moment here is a gift.
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yes…from below the horizon…
I thank you for this.
this journey has encouraged me to be more forthright with the things i have to say. to look that embarrassment in the face and say, “P’shaa!!”
a little more letting go has happened
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ah yes, ‘so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens’
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…and some feeding of my horizon pieces…i’ve found a thread through some more of my pieces…continuity i had not seen…
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wyrms are threads;
thank you so much for your reading and writing; you have healed a lot this lonesome heart; you have risen to the most prolific commenter on my blog, true blogfriendship
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