thoughts
Updated: Jan 1, 2023
If all the world was blind, would we finally see?
Would we all just be? Would there be a different peace?
And in this darkness, where the spirits soar—
like a spray of blooms of different stems,
like the moon and sun, come yin and yang—
would we appear as one?
I heard the tick, then the tock the wind blew and time moved without a sound or bright lights reliable, consistent, on the stroke like...
It's been days now with uncertain skies and gentle mists awakening me at dawn. Oh bliss, permission to enter the abyss to write a poem...
It's natural to flourish, to yearn to be Like a tree, a plant, a flower, reaching, growing, toward the sun sometimes even taking great...
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