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Mine

The guinea hen puffed up and hunkered down, To be very clear, The pumpkin patch was hers. The bright yellow blossoms argued mightily, For they knew that without them, there would be no pumpkins. The dog took no notice of … Continue reading

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Mud

The soft snore of a sleeping dog, Upside down, belly exposed and legs akimbo… So perfectly filled with dreams and trust, How can I be made at the mud on the sheets.

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Wounds

The warrior licked his wounds in the sunlight. Battle scarred, he wore his bravery casually, While the kittens frolicked about chasing bugs.

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Bridges

When I first met her, She was just a wee grll with a curl, Dashing over the alps.. Flying thru the air from endless green meadow into brilliant blue sky … Bowing to a fallen leaf… She pounced. Then as … Continue reading

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Home

The fattest little green frog Sat filling his leaf Some days you leap, Some days you sit. All is well

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Caws-ality

The hard drive crashed, And with fingers crossed in hope and prayer  It has been sent away to hospital, or perhaps Frankenstein’s laboratory for devices with names. And then, And the tablet crashed …too old to save… And thus my … Continue reading

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Ready?

Are you prepared for Peace? Are you prepared for Love? . while fireworks filled with false thunder explode instead of bombs and celebrations sparkle in the heavens, the sentinel stands ready for Love. . why do we think we need … Continue reading

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Freedom

some think freedom is being able fly, and so they symbolize it with birds – but i think freedom is being able to love, no symbols needed only actions. .  Liberating Freedom is knowing You are Loved.    

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transformations

today i exploded all over my everyone. i found myself outside trying to collect the bits and pieces of me that were still clinging to the corners of my cheeks,  wondering if collecting myself is also a form of hoarding…. … Continue reading

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poop

the caterpillar looked like bird poop. i watched as it voraciously ate the lemon tree leaves…. (and if i am honest, i felt a little like poop at the moment, and every bit as gluttonous) . we are all made … Continue reading

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