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Can you feel me?

Under the leaves which have freshly fallen,

Under the browned, softer ones and

Under the mulch and humus debris beneath them,

Lies my soul, chest to chest with the earth. 93 more words

Memoirs Of The Heart



Searching for that other equanimity
in my life.

Balance is making a living as
a caregiver, and a caring being.

Making space to be aware of others as… 30 more words


Ignorant Opinion

Ignorance gives birth to opinions. Yet there must exist a place for this to be not true. Less that place, it is all futile, purposeless, and without reason. 64 more words



Today marks the last day I will be living in Muncie, Ind. As historic and cultural as this city is, it has exhausted my enthusiasm, and I’m ready to take on more adventure in my life. 863 more words


Cornering the muse and holding her hostage
Until I have emptied her pockets
Her palms
Her hidden places –
Of every sweet, odoriferous stirring
She yields to the dogged… 70 more words


It is Raining!

It is Raining!

For possibly the first time I now understand
how one can look longingly for Rain.

The lighting was a few hours ago. 90 more words


Obscura @ 3:00am

Obscura @ 3:00am

Our Shero stands at the window wearing
her cape,looking West searching,straining
eyes waiting patiently for a glimpse
of her beloveds, any sign that her… 87 more words