pure essence of life
lubricant of creation
more precious than love
squandered by the heartless
access plagues the destitute
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
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I am where the valleys are deep, the mountains are high, and the wind moans through trees...
Rip off rock those were the days down river in a toy boat.
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thanks for commenting
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Great poem – it says so much in a few words. And I love the painting.
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appreciate the kind comment
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Beautiful Poem
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much appreciated, Veda
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This is very lovely
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thanks kindly
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Definitely a riches I take for granted.
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we all do
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I loved “lubricant of creation”!
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thanks kindly, Debbie
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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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always, ,y pleasure to share your style of work
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o, this is beautiful!
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so glad that you liked it
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So true… We take so much for granted…
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this is our most vital natural resource
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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Did you paint that? It’s awesome! 😉
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oh my, no – see the caption below the image
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OKay,
It’s a brilliant painting anyway! haha 😉
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Truly a necessity of life, a precious commodity. Beautiful poem!
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thanks so much
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So few words…but a lot expressed…. 🙂
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I appreciate that very much
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I never was a water drinker–ours tastes hideous–but a few months ago I was introduced to Talking Rain bottled water. Prior to that, I had refused to buy bottled water, tried those flavorings, but they were just as hideous–but Talking Rain is excellent, no sodium, made locally. I’m now a believer, and I’m sure my body appreciates the break from diet Pepsi. Still, I hate paying for water…
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we are fortunate in ways much of the world is not
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Easy to forget–I’m guilty of Old Testament “murmuring”; will work on it in the New Year.
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I was horrified to read recently that Nestle’s CEO ( I think I have this right, it was a quick read somewhere) did not consider water to be an entitled resource for all while they pillaged it from every quarter to bottle. I am fortunate to have my water sourced from Loch Katrine and it tastes beautiful straight from the tap. There are some things in life that simply, self-evidently, should be freely available as necessity. A simple and wonderful poem illustrating that fact, Paul.
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I, too, am fortunate – I have a well tapped into a refreshing aquifer fed by our prodigious snowmelt – but I ache for those who lack this essential resource – it should be considered no less vitalt than air
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