Monthly Archives: January 2013

YAWNING MORNING

It is morning. . . a bird chirps. . . others still begin to sing. . . I am yawning. . . something pops, and I am moving, opening to the spring.

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UPWARD SPRINGING GLOOM

Upward springing gloom– life in evidence, under the heavy gray sky that looms dark, even as diffuse daytime does its spring morning stretch, inching perceptibly higher on a pre-groundhog day

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THE PERFECT EMPTY VESSEL

An empty glass the perfect vessel to fill your dreams into– no need for a beverage– just let the magic in within your vision– right there, it’s well contained in such a place as you can see right through. . … Continue reading

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SNOWBALL SENSE ON A FRIDAY

Sometimes it make sense to appreciate things it may not entirely make sense to appreciate– snowballs roll and so they grow into glittering, formidable globes. Delights for twinkling eyes and the cavities in which the rolling, crunching sound resounds, known … Continue reading

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A THOUSAND REASONS WHY

The arc of the sun has snuck back up to shine more high in the waning winter’s sky. . . just when you’d thought you’d had enough, and you asked yourself, “All this– for WHAT?”. . . a subtle angle … Continue reading

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REACH HIGH

Reach high. . . and low. . . Look far. . . and wide. . . Walk forth with your best step– the miles north or south are not all you will get in the practice of your stride. . … Continue reading

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WHEN IT SEEMS YOU’RE FALLING APART AT THE SEAMS

When it seems you’re falling apart at the seams, take heart! It’s a fairly neat way to fall apart– no messy rip or tear there– no over-massaging or rubbing or chafing has unfaced your facing– or made you threadbare. . … Continue reading

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