Tag Archives: awareness

Let Your Blood Flow

  Opening your eyes emptying your sleep into each daybreak is perfectly unique. The healthy mind comes from all that is nothing is in charge of the quo status. Saying good morning every single morning doesn’t have to follow a … Continue reading

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All Odds of Survival

  For how long have we been doing this trapeze and unicycle dance blindfolded this death-defying tongue-twister with no net since poems were first uttered and fine pottery fired the eye. Sensed like magnetism in the mountain crossing all contours … Continue reading

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Emergence of Awareness

The plumber made a stop to pay for flowers he didn’t know they were on their way to getting married until they were making plans for Hawaii and hearing the word ‘honeymoon’. He felt a sharp jab in his side … Continue reading

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Concentrate Like a Bug

[A] Born with work in mind and in the wings right to move and left to store for next year as practical as a concentrating caterpillar. [B] Bees buzz all day long keeping the hive strong if one dies it … Continue reading

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Halfway Here

Between the realms of altitude and low gliding views and unclenching expanse my sense of singularity turns into a flock of undetermined species of blue. In a mediterranean sort of vale my walk was taken down to scale inner and … Continue reading

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The Slow Angels of Quickening

Azdirimoth. Sent by the senders to mend the unfixed to reckon the leftover feather of listening strung like a harp not to be isolated except in decoration a repetitive symbol reminding the deaf to be intrepid. There is still Azdirimoth. … Continue reading

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Finally Asking

On the surface might I be instrumental the reed in the muddy hand of the historical crow all she does is write my vision up early scratching out time with me conditionally spinning my accounting of the irreverent and irrelevant … Continue reading

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