sleep neath the seasons
mute reversal of heartbeats
keeps grief in the air
sleep neath the seasons
mute reversal of heartbeats
keeps grief in the air
Writer Lynne Sargent
Poetry Puttering by Pax & Company
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
no dust here
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...
rejuvenatement - not retirement
Grief & Joy are cupboards in our minds we choose to open, or not . . .
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I think mine must be the self-operated kind
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Your thoughts are so poetic.
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appreciate that very much
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poignant haiku Paul
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thanks kindly, talia
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