Tag Archives: Sky

ESCAPE VELOCITY IS HIGH

Escape velocity is high. . . We’re bound to gravitas, our weighty planet, made of water, mud and rock and moss, in such a way that is what is– we did not plan it . . We can build a … Continue reading

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LOVE, LOVE, LOVE

Love, love, love, morning, noon and night. . . the earth, +++++the sea, the sun-lit, +++++star-lit, ++++++++++endless sky. . . The plans, +++++the methods how +++++and good, clear reasons why. . . All the thirteens +++++and the sevens. . . … Continue reading

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LIFE SIGNS LOW, TIDE HIGH

Life signs low. But tide is high. Seagulls guard their new and stagnant bay-filled lake, a crater in the cool beach sand. Sandpipers flit at water’s edge and sit, and flap and peck and talk in wait. Hell’s here with … Continue reading

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OF EARTH AND SKY

Groan. Sigh. I’m flesh and bone, part of earth, but of stars first– expansive as the black night sky.

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OM– WHICH CHAKRA?

Ommmmm. . . . Which Chakra’s in my tummy-tum?– You know, that one that drums quite sadly, since the running rain and gray went quick away, and now, again, they come? Which chakra’s spinning in my brain, so fast it … Continue reading

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STAY UP, SUN!

Winter sun droops to dusk I could tell it, “Sun! You’re no fun!” But that would no more make it stay up than would all the strength of a mighty elephant with two strong and long and sturdy tusks, So, … Continue reading

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FEELERS OUT IN ALL DIRECTIONS

Reach up, eyes on the heavens set, arms upright, skyward pointing finger tips to feel the sun or wind or rain, even if that means they do get wet. . . Then, let arms float down, and spread a bit, … Continue reading

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