spectral thoughts

honeycombed catacombs of light. charred clouds layered. past visiting future
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dawn-moy house

light being sucked into the winter morning void. an awakening of the
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somber and solicitous I am ordained to a higher sojourn. it was different before
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an old soul turned teen. eldest brother to sisters admired. his own man of
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when you were born so was I. together, a seamless flow of love. I spoke to
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a gift of life of love of light smiling soul soaring skyward. today, a
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Latest Poem

Sitting questioning time as it
relates to me and everything
else less ordinary.

Gathering from Ecdysis 2008

Squirrels gather food
For the long
Dormant season

Why do we not
Do the same with

If we did
We would be
One full season
Of being.


2008 Bali

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