When the sun comes in, out of the cold, mind drifts in momentary dreams of peace. Begins, the anointing; morning chants, steps closer to the cafe, I enter the world of words zero visibility; train signals pass - a circle of mist My slender arms; palms slide toward earth, small sun bracelets; finger cymbals - click, (sound within sound within sound), sound gives way to silence and disconnected memory - a nation of flag-draped coffins, numerous things undone; certain prayers God answers; unconventional geography strolls shameless through ground shores, circles borders of half-lit rooms, our perfumed world tendrils around prayer; (Heavens anoint remote villages and this blue air of late autumn) In matching hues; sky-blue, worry-free, our foreign affairs are meaningful to each little one born . . . My dream is an earthy thread; New sun streaking across the white paper of freedom.
Now that's what I call a desk that needs serious transition.
"I enter the world of words zero visibility;" Oh how I can relate to this line. Knowing that something needs to emerge, but not having a clue how it's going to get out.
A powerful and moving analogy Deborah. Happy Holidays and all the best as you navigate in search of words.
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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"I enter the world of words zero visibility;" Oh how I can relate to this line. Knowing that something needs to emerge, but not having a clue how it's going to get out.
A powerful and moving analogy Deborah. Happy Holidays and all the best as you navigate in search of words.
Light and Wisdom ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)