Be Still.
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A Part of the Whole
This dark majestic wonder of infinity ceased to be a vacuum and became a collection of dust, like the silly hairlike particles floating in a sunbeam through the closed window where I watched father drink his ale or mother knit her scarf. I melted into the hardwood floor like the spilled glass of water. I…
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Renewing our vows with each passing breath
There is no sense of time, there is no sense of space That cliff in Africa, where we screamed like madmen That ancient mountain ruin, where we sought tribal ghosts That crisp night air, where we saw the infinity of space unfold above us. These are moments where we captured what we could of the…
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A Riddle Worth Solving
My boughs bend for it, says the great white oak. My legs chirp for it, spoke the cricket in rhythmic fashion, And in the stable the heifer lowed, my bell rings for it. Overhead the snowy owl declared, in the way that owls do, I watch in the night for it, And the stream in…