Windows
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“No, blood does not matter anymore”
We have had tea together a thousand times in these cane chairs facing her curry leaf tree and windows hung with old silk curtains. Sia is a good woman with friends and folks who love her; why wouldn’t they, she is not just strikingly entertaining, she is one of the loveliest persons I have ever Continue reading
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Bouquet from the King
The room gasps: outside our window beneath a hunch of trees, it’s there. In a rush of light & stillness … a Bouquet from the King, in a fuss of forest early evening mist. “For you.” He whispers; I fling my mind down and lunge to where we get a closer angle: this pic doesn’t Continue reading
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What happens when people pray
The day my mother walked out of her skin, she breathed once twice then her hand in mine grew cold, that day Eternity walked close in my narrow space. Was it co-incidence that rays streamed from a room ventilator to where she lay, her last breath so unlike death? I wanted to grieve, but light Continue reading
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Perspective
The ones looking at the painting, they are the Work of Art. P.S. You’re seeing Ads here? They are not sponsored by me, except that I chose FreeWordpress which duh also cannot kill Ads. So. Apologies dear blogfriend. Continue reading
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What you see, sees you
Streets, people, trees, blossoms, faces, places, time, family, What you see, sees you- quieting thought that I can effect change, mood, laughter, peace…I am the music of my words, the harbinger of joy, yeah I can re arrange the furniture, heal, reveal a Well Spring of things and streams you & I own deep within, Continue reading
