spearing the air
frantic bursts between dead stops
man without a plan
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...
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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thank YOU for allowing me too!
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man without a plan <—- beautiful line!
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much appreciated
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so few words yet they so startlingly capture a brilliant moment
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thank you most kindly
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Oh, I love this. The colors are so beautiful and the words fit perfectly.
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I appreciate that
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🙂
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Interesting thought. Beautiful art.
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so many of us just flit about
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I now recall that the years I was most directionless were due to simply trying to survive whatever current chaos threatened to drown me–not exactly “flitting about”, dragonfly style.
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surviving surely isn’t flitting – and Caddo is no dragonfly
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…But these days, I flit on occasion when joy rises!
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Love this. This is exactly how I feel when I watch dragonflies. They seem so confused 🙂
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and yet, there is, I’m sure, some method to their madness
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