Tag Archives: Rising

THE MOVEMENT OF SPRING

The blooming the twittering the looming the jittering, the buzzing the zooming the rising, surprising, pop buds , and pop eyes-ing, the growth that we love and are loath to adjust to or bust to, the wind billow, bent willow, … Continue reading

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BETTER THAN EXPECTED

Better than expected. Begin with spirit, letter follows. . . then, let those expectations rise, and very soon you may well see a bright reality with your dream’s road has neatly intersected.

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LIFE BREATH FROM DEATH

Savasana– breath through a still, flat body– ready or not– the wondrous way of ocean tides– so that, what looks dead, much like a seed, can still give rise to a full blossomer.

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THE COLOR OF A SOFT GRAY DAY

A soft gray day, late January. . . the pale sun, the ambiance so airy breathe life and light to spring’s small blooms, and gentle pop of squirrel peep, plus bubbling fresh birdsong. . . the clear, cool warmth, the … Continue reading

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MAGNIFICENT NOVEMBER MORNING

the wind is up, around the trees. . . the rising sun illuminates the skittish leaves, which, now so loud around the trees, are rustling. . . The fuzzy wads stick to the eaves where nascent moths find rest, and … Continue reading

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SPRING SO SHARP

Spring. . . so green. . . so sharp. . . so fresh. . . it comes up strong the grass grows tall, as its green blood flows and rises to he call, through keen-edged blades that shine back much … Continue reading

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EARTH SOFT AND SWEET

The earth beneath my feet– so soft, so sweet– my firm support, my source– from which I rise and stand and set my course. . . Above, my head. . . and nose and mouth and eyes can point and … Continue reading

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