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"He loves me, He loves me not
He loves me
He, loves me not"

"He loves me" she sighs as the last petal falls - this is always my wonder - she thought.
 
^thank you
<3

every time i show that to someone, or repeat it aloud, i usually receive a blank stare or a passive, "that was nice..."

;)


the longer you wait to speak, the more you know what you say,
but there is only so much to say about what there is to be done.
what to do how and when, no one else can honestly tell you,
because in your own silence is when you hear your truth and calling.
 
Time: Bearing no texture or form

Of your presence I take wonder

In my presence you take shape

I as your host am only quarreling with myself

At the sense of your lacking

And so inward I look for patience
 
panic in paradise said:
the longer you wait to speak, the more you know what you say,
but there is only so much to say about what there is to be done.
what to do how and when, no one else can honestly tell you,
because in your own silence is when you hear your truth and calling.
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^ Love how you expressed that, I know that feeling oh so well.

I keep coming back to this thread and browsing over your work, it's linguistic meditation for me, thank you, it's appreciated.
 
^absolutely ;) thats why it is here, and the only way it happens; spontaneous blurbs of what i feel it takes to ground and cool me at the moment.

there is more then i know of laying around here...of which much i am not comfortable sharing.
;)

note book after note book, and i cant read my own handwriting most the time!
 
Nice, I'm so intrigued as to what you have written and will not share =)

I want to be at that stage, of writing page after page, but I'm still at the "I can't stop thinking, the world around me is distracting and I can't concentrate on writing" phase :!

Anyway, I don't want to hijack this thread =)

Peace, love and light
 
^^
;)


She hates the bible, and soon turns red, angry giving an interesting opinion
Every-time stopping part way, her esteem acquiring a mousy-er disposition

Though now there is a plate hanging, a 'last supper' mural with a chip along the edge
Above a westerly facing door, where the sunsets daily behind the moon-flower hedge

Since added two maybe three, small clay angel figurines, fixed in place felt for each the most fitting
In direction chosen with such care and thought, that they each are now as thoughtfully sitting

Myself convinced further as witness, I try to remain un-astounded
not with the way they don't appear when it all seems a-drift
or personally feeling less grounded
But how when it's everything thus far known to be real disappears
and suddenly they are all that's surrounding
 
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Looking up at a low
drifting cloud

A form begins to take shape
that I now cannot see otherwise

A familiarity
from within myself
There now
upon something else

Truly there are infinite possibilities
when my fat crane cloud
to another could be
distinctly the shape of a bending elm tree

Which often is the case for I amongst others
And those amongst me
~
 
This is my simple joy:
For instance, a fallen apple-blossom;
Which landed upon the end of a reaching branch
and is now not resting,
but balancing with ease.

An ease only granted
when allowed to by all else near.
 
Oh, Pip, this is my absolute favorite thus far! How perfect, just like the blossom balancing after letting go and you can just feel the fragility and perfection of that brief moment before letting go anew.
 
^thanks herbavore!
I was considering saying "letting go" or something like that actually...
;)

And so does the gentle-wind always come
after the heat of a high-noons sun.
 
Take off your raincoat and mudcloppers
Look at the fire place tending our needs

Keep watch for the cuckoo clock
For it hasn't any time for you either

A chipped up tabletop
Stained with rings of watery coffee cups
Holds memories like fingerprints on a mug
Twice chugged

Then galloped off with on a weary saddle
Into the cactus meadows

Under the frosting clouds
Due to melt in the staggering waves of the suns heat

A humming bird makes her home in those harsh conditions
 
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