behind my eyelids
night settles in cool dark waves
stars shine in the depths

slide over my tongue
a gaze that tastes like honey
spilling on my skin

on being myself...
I am not responsible
for your point of view

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there is much thought and searching behind this one
an ongoing realization...an ongoing acceptance
hard to write for the very reason it was written

a definite 'word' theme lately it seems
what is said and what is left unsaid
when they seem so unnecessary
which is more often than not
...how they look even
I am fascinated
by all of this
question

observe
explore
search
listen
share
trust

fumbling for words
my mind as clear as water!
I wait for the waves

settling slowly
the air thick with muffled heat
life in slow motion

I fell in your eyes
as I was looking for words
you softly smiled

oh, what it could be
I slowly burn with restraint
and the moments pass


filling still places
twilight settles between us
words follow the sun

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there is a beauty in stillness
and in the unattainable
to recognize life
while sharing
your soul
without
words

quiet, so quiet
the sound of life expanding
clarity in pain
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just growing pains
and I welcome it, for
there is no passion without pain
passion for life, people, music, art
seeing, accepting, learning
this makes me
who I am

I am

I am

walking in the night
all boundaries disappear
thoughts are limitless




stretching and reaching
so small, yet so infinite!
my feet leave the groud

whispering softly
dreams melt into cool shadows
the sun on my tongue

only air between
just enough for the silence
voices and my skin

I wait for release
to find rest in cool shadows
sifting through sunlight
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the sun and blue sky
there is no escape from it
not surprising here in the desert
though lately, it seems, I have been
frozen by sunlight

a sharp blue sky and
red sunlight through my eyelids
quiet afternoon

on tips of branches
the last minutes of the day
caught in gold sunlight

the world gets smaller
our lives woven together
with each written word
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Not ready to stop writing here yet obviously.
And I am tempted to explain a little the last post...
but I will not try, except to say
the blog is cumulative.
Exploration.

to be so quiet

the sound of light dissolving
echos into night

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I am contemplating stopping this blog
I would continue to write...just not here
I would miss coming to this place
but look...see?...right there...
at the very beginning
of those first lines
that I just typed,
a closing door
to one room
it echos
empty
"I"

that door is not meant to be closed
so maybe it's time to step back
and slowly close my eyes
and let that crazy light
spin madly off
the walls

thought to words...my bones
so they will not be found here
swallowed by the void

stop for a moment
rest deep in that hidden place
let me surround you

it pours like warm rain
oblivion and smiles
looking from outside

deep inside...a calm
crazy...endless...inside-out
stars shine through my skin