I treasure wood things
artifacts coaxed to new forms
flesh of the forest
Writer Lynne Sargent
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
"drink from the well of your self and begin again" ~charles bukowski
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Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
flights of fancy from New Zealand
You're never alone, if you've something to share
All you touch and all you see / is all your life will ever be
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I am where the valleys are deep, the mountains are high, and the wind moans through trees...
Especially love that last line.
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thank you, Cubby
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there is a certain grace watching someone create.. I always have to pause and watch
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I agree – like watching figure skaters
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This has heart that beats warm, breathes.
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what a lovely reaction
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Oh very nice
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thanks, Bee
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Reblogged this on larrymade.
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thanks for sharing my haiku with your readers
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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So do I. Excellent.
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cheers
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This is magical.
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thanks kindly, Cassandra
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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This is very nice.
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appreciate that
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