reflection, where water becomes sky, where sky becomes water, where the mallard glides through the shimmer of trees and hills, where the love in our hearts mirrors the light in our souls.
About
Pondering life's questions through poetry, photos, memoir, and more--from meditation and spirituality to protest and politics. No question is too personal, or maybe one. From a writer, book editor, and teacher who explores meditation and recovery and sensuality and strives to keep an open mind about things between. I would be honored to have you following!
Stuff I like (all)
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Sunset over Grand Canal Venice, Italy by Yury Prokopenko
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here we are
i found a cigarette
by the side of the road
even though
I’d quit,
I picked it up
and put it
in my
shirt pocket
and then
instead... -
cool spring evening
things get better between us
the waxing moon
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friends
we haven’t seen in a while
a sprinkling of stars
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a...
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Too many colours blind the eye.
Too many tones deafen the ear.
Too many flavours dull the taste.
Too many thoughts derange the... -
books, reading, writing, authors, quotes on We Heart It - http://weheartit.com/entry/53087979/via/Zah_NeE
Hearted from: ...
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Your vision will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.
~Carl...
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slowly, somewhere
I stood
on a san diego
beach and looked
west,
there didn’t seem to
be too many gimmicks
there on the thin
light blue horizon,
just... -
spring soil…
it stains my hands
heals these wounds
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in the shallows
trying to be as still
as the heron
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quarter moon
blinks at...
