the poetic life
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You are what you eat*
(as colorful as you eat, as vibrantly attentive as you digest. You are with certainty the freshness and the energy of what you intake, and you radiate with joy, in concordance with the discerning mind that has helped you acquire a sense of delicate taste, the very same that will impregnate your spirit to conquer…
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Cutting Board
Do you ask why I do this? I do ask myself. I do not have an answer.
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Twenty-ninth of November in Two Thousand and Twenty
Today began pregnant.
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Mirroring Buds
If we were to chat on a playground, with the hunger of children, the empty swings would gently swing. If we sat on the beach, playfully building, the castle would be gardens. The waves would not dare!!!
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Words at the Opera — Hamlet
The wiser among us are the madmen. Hamlet / Grand Opera in five acts (1868) by Ambroise Thomas
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Joy is a Secret
Joy is… A secret Repercussions out of deep root systems, reaching underground to the opposing pole, and far above, leaves, incessantly flying into the stratosphere Danger sizzling It is the physical and metaphysical space which we would recognize in paintings depicting heaven or paradise, even if we did not know of any heavenly or paradisial…
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Life in/dominance
Life is a one-armed ambidextrous.
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Love is a Prayer
Love is a PrayerLove is a constant PrayerPerhaps that is what love is —breathin oceanson mountains Free as the bells of cathedrals that toll to believers and nonbelievers alikeYet, only touch the heart that mirrors the melody none other hears
