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a small sermon

love saves the world. . in the darkest night, on the brightest day – when all feels lost, when all is won, when all is joy, when all is grief, yes, even then, love. it is a commandment. it is … Continue reading

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piecemeal patchwork

i pet a cat called Calico (she was not, of course, made of cloth) and i┬ámet a dog named Patch – (unfrayed, he had mended a heart) . i ponder about all bits and pieces of   building relationships….. and … Continue reading

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treed

look up. there. in the tree! how high is She? will she be able to get down to the ground? wait- who is there? how did You get on the other side of the fence? what do you mean, i … Continue reading

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roost

i did not see You anywhere – compassion seems to have fled given way to corruption instead… i sit outside to meditate as i mediate the emotions of my head.. look up , says the voice within – and there … Continue reading

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Bugging

wellll – i can’t say there ain’t no bugs on me, cuz all day long there wuz – from mosquitos that want to suck my blood to tiny little gnats – and then You show up and landing right on … Continue reading

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observations

today was all about practicing and observing…. and putting into practice what i have observed that serves Love. What was Your day like?

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traveling

one never knows where one’s travels may take them – into the past or off into the future – but here here here You are, and yet i still miss you.   gravestone rubbing, ink and rice paper

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