growing, expanding
I have been turned inside-out
my heart in the stars

breathing in the words
I become still, then I smile
with their pleasant weight

casual kindness
tossed to me with a smile
cuts deeper than words

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this sounds odd only because I lack the words to describe
the humanity...goodness...compassion...nobility...
so many lives sharing the same space
it can totally destroy me
the largeness of it all

face the horizon
with purple clouds in your hair
heart, like wings, outstretched

facing the mountains
the welcome weight of silence
pressed into the ground

following the sun
I run straight into the sky
twilight at my feet

I have been asleep
learning from dreams and whispers
depth in the quiet

repeating numbers
it was a day filled with signs
orange yellow wings

drifting into sleep
the desert becomes so still
brightly coloured dreams

measured in sunlight
quiet steps across the floor
lives swirl and sparkle

strings vibrate with night
the piercing sound of starlight
sing deeply to me

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Glass: Violin Concerto - Mvt. 2  Takuo Yuasa: Ulster Orchestra

water over sand
filled with gold shadows and light
thoughts ripple and flow

and tonight, haiku
feels like way too many words
to capture this day

sacred datura
clear moons that glow in the night
souls of the desert

it flows through the pen
a letter to my brother
love embeds paper

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if he can only hear
he is not alone

with clear glass breaking
lives pass by without a thought
to feel in a glance

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I will say again,
I am amazed and humbled
by the people in my life
they give so much,
without thought

always stilled
and captured
I try to be
worthy

scattered as my thoughts
stars across the velvet sky
burning as they fall

gather me closer
warm lips whispering on skin
we ride the night waves

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impressions and memories

creating our own reality

everything is now
to experience

stop, be still
and listen

through my open door
walls dissolving with the sound
rain meditation

I sat down to write
but could not keep myself still
vibrating with life

it is not for me,
life in an echo chamber
with only my voice