struck dumb with awe
by the smallest of things!
i have stood on the shore,
and felt the pull of the waves,
feeling both tiny and large beyond definition.
all my time my eyes upon the lighthouse,
strong whether there be storm or calm…
am i here or am i there?
i do not think it matters!
i have spent my time here
as a wonder filled child…
i would have it no other way!
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we pass too often unaware,
through the vast blacknessof inner space…a bump, a bruise,a scratch, a scar…and almost the smellof a closeness.we bring the cup to our lips,too hot to taste…it is only in the silence after,that memory reaches out to touch!
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the ‘need’ to possess.we strip our senseswith fake morality.we quench our fireswith our limited concepts.we wound our very lovewith the image we present.we defile our truthwith the lies we settle for…we choose fear over freedom,and so break our own wings!
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