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Swan

Across the pond, In the sky, Jet black against the blue, You flew… . A swan? Yes, a swan. . Expect love, Commit to it.

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Holy

Somedays we all can walk on water, If only for a little bit. . Disparage not the weather, It simply reminds us that even as everything constantly changes, All remains Holy.

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Pace e bene

We bought a new sofa, And like most things, If you let them, It immediately filled up with Love.

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Full

Somedays are so full, I can’t even find paper and brush under all the Love.

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Swoop in

From the highest pine, She swooped down. The raindrops,too startled to continue to drop, Seemed suspended… As if for a moment, all time froze. So this is eternity. This beautiful savage moment. This magical Grace.

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Sun on a rainy day

The sky was grey, Not a shred of blue, But outside the studio , a hurricane had blown a stalk of sunflowers down months ago, And there in the rain, all along the fallen stalks, were blooms, reaching to the … Continue reading

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Gifts

She brought him her prize, a small rubber snake. . Graciously, he took it and tossed it into the air. And a game was born. . True trust is found in the mutuality of play.

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Values

She dragged her stolen prize onto the pillow, Growling and barking at any four legged that passed by, The cats could not have cared less… And the big dog wondered… Can something freely given be considered stolen? What has value … Continue reading

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And to all…

The good, the true and the beautiful cuddled into my father ‘s chair and fell fast asleep. The cushions so infused with love for so long, With open arms, Welcoming All who come, Are irresistible after all. . May we,in … Continue reading

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Protections

He was big. A huge cat. With huge cheek shields… Feral and untouchable, Looking like British gentlemen mobster in his soft grey suit and white gloves. Somehow he had been given the innocuous name of Mittens … (Bullies come in … Continue reading

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