Charmed Chaos
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Tag: Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
Empty Now
“so I wait for you like a lonely housetill you will see me again and live in me.Till then my windows ache.” ― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets Empty now the house of my knife blade soul for no longer does the light of your beautiful face… Continue Reading “Empty Now”
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Untitled
“The afternoon knows what the morning never suspected.” ― Robert Frost (Sands in the Hourglass) We age onwards through obscure dark through unwavering light always looking back to the way we were. But now there is no doubt that life is running fast sands in the… Continue Reading “Untitled”
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When the Mirror is Clear
Those in-between moments when the mirror is clearare like chasing black crows in my flying dreamswith my piercing eagle eyes shining in bright haze.I fear I am much too fond of this thing we call loveSo I soar above the bitterness in this tormented… Continue Reading “When the Mirror is Clear”
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By Design
“They both listened silently to the water, which to them was not just water, but the voice of life, the voice of Being, the voice of perpetual Becoming.”― Hermann Hesse WaterLife by designDeep and mysteriousSweet melody of falling rainDrippingOrigin of our creationLuminous reflectionWe…are waterConfined Imaginary… Continue Reading “By Design”
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Soul Speak
Quiet the mind, and the soul will speak. –Ma Jaya Sati Bhagavati With a gentle tap of the tiny mallet the iron bell rings, echoing a long soothing note drifting on air until the next soft strike for to begin and end the meditationRing… Continue Reading “Soul Speak”
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Baobabs
“I think that one’s art is a growth inside one. I do not think one can explain growth. It is silent and subtle. One does not keep digging up a plant to see how it grows.” ― Emily Carr Ancient Baobabs kiss the cerulean sky from… Continue Reading “Baobabs”
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When the Evening is Still
“Night comes to the desert all at once, as if someone turned off the light.” –Joyce Carol Oates Another oppressive day watching the world go by as I sit insideeven when the sizzling sun sets red, low in the western skystill there will be… Continue Reading “When the Evening is Still”
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