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A silent pounce
Primitive Wisdom Poetry

A silent pounce

Where is that that takes no space?
When is that that takes no time? Continue reading A silent pounce

Mountains are mountains
Primitive Wisdom Poetry

Mountains are mountains

Mountains skate across crystal skies Continue reading Mountains are mountains

Autumn warmth
Wilderness Poetry

Autumn warmth

I imagine a crisp Autumn morning.
Continue reading Autumn warmth

Before we speak
Wilderness Poetry

Before we speak

Upon my signal
Let’s travel together Continue reading Before we speak

Pockets
Primitive Wisdom Poetry

Pockets

Grandfather’s pockets burst with things
Pockets rich with a metallic clinking
Continue reading Pockets

Garden-fresh youth
Passion

Garden-fresh youth

Windows, long
Open, breeze
Frames, sun Continue reading Garden-fresh youth

Moon eyes
Passion

Moon eyes

I look up at this full and hopeful moon –
it shines so bright,
far away and fearlessly. Continue reading Moon eyes

Faithful Light
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Faithful Light

The feeling we have to create
What is already felt, intuitively Continue reading Faithful Light

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