What is this puzzle, for a mother? A hand, a leg, which does not fit - part of an infant, part of a soldier boy, bodies splashed against both sides of blood- speckled streets Roadside, sidewalk pieces; the literal collective son, brothers, sisters - missing parts, fall like ashes, pushed off to the side…the back side, dark side, opposite side, sideways - parts identified; forgotten when the puzzle is complete. There is no moral to this story, no solution or formula for peace just a white bird that can not sleep.
we are all sons of the collective being seeking to find the peace only love can bring ... unfortunately, we live on a planet of pieces and whose soul in not at peace with itself and so the white bird cannot find rest ... a puzzle mothers have endured for centuries ...
The drug called "The Shari" has been used for vision quests over many years. But, when all the rivers start drying up, the tribe must send a young hunter named Tomás on a much more important trip through the Amazon.
The drug called "The Shari" has been used for vision quests over many years. But, when all the rivers start drying up, the tribe must send a young hunter named Tomás on a much more important trip through the Amazon.
The drug called "The Shari" has been used for vision quests over many years. But, when all the rivers start drying up, the tribe must send a young hunter named Tomás on a much more important trip through the Amazon.
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Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel ;o)