Tag Archives: Presence

I AM A PEEP

I am a peep. I am a pipe. I am a megaphone. I make a sound that to distant lands resounds. I make a sight that starts small and faint but grows to tall and very bright. My presence shall … Continue reading

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ONE, TWO, THREE. . . AN ETERNITY

ONE, TWO, THREE. . . AN ETERNITY One, two, three, an eternity. . . it’s sink or swim if you refuse to sink in to what it’s like to be in your one and only body. . . your life … Continue reading

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THE STRENGTH

The strength is there. You’ve no idea where it lives in you, but when it comes out, of its often hidden presence, you get so happily and undeniably aware. Where comes it from? Well, you can worry on this query, … Continue reading

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GOD IN GROSS, IN FINE

God in gross, in fine, in all the things you want the most in the biggest heavy load heaped upon your form so high you nearly sure you’ll lose your mind. There, In space hid twixt all the kinds of … Continue reading

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SO ODD. . . I DECIDE TO TALK TO GOD

So odd. Now, I decide to talk to God. In a way I’ve never tried. I grow, I feel good inside. . . Sort of like the way it was in days they were, just talking to the best of … Continue reading

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YES, I AM A POETESS

Well, since you asked, I must admit that, yes, I am a poetess. When life goes fast I harness it, with some finesse and unplanned process. I don’t quite know just how it comes– sometimes my writing fingers are all … Continue reading

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IN THIS AGE

In this age, where no one listens anymore to the birds up in the trees. . . where no one even lets the choir who sing hearts full into their song and patiently receive the preach, to humbly bend out … Continue reading

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