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Deep Ones

I choose

this kind love.

These stars in the trees

beyond the river’s glowing fog.

This heaven that slips through

the layers of my humanity.

Life

is precious

to the whispering

deep ones.

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Poetry

Stars

How beautiful,

to discover the stars

one precious night

at a time.

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Poetry

Beautiful

But isn’t it entirely beautiful

to be you.

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Poetry

Divine

I will always be

the divine love

that is

us.

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Poetry

Unknowing

Do not try to wrap me

with your perfect edges.

Boxes are not for me,

the wind,

the stars that burst

through time,

through space,

through you.

I am all.

Do not limit me

with your unknowing.

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Poetry

Memories

But there you are, darling softness.

Keeper of my hopes, dreamer of my dreams.

How do you hold my heart, this night?

Full of dear, sweet memories.

Full of dear, dear

days and nights gone by.

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Poetry

As You Are

There is no need to be fearful

of the ‘not enough’.

Of the

too different to fit in,

to be chosen.

You are who you are,

and you will rise as you will rise.

Take care

and wander with head held high.

As you are.

To become

you

again

and again.

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Someone, Somewhere

Beneath the surface,

gripped by the ripples

of life gone by.

It is a sad softness, and there are cold

lashes of fear, set into the marrow

of my bones.

Take this tender heart, I whisper.

To someone.

Somewhere.

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Poetry

Free

I mourn

the turning of time.

Shall I clutch at the moment,

or the passing days gone by?

Or shall I be free

to stroll the fields, with you?

Free to know the wind

as an ever changing friend.

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Life

A Quiet

There is a quiet, here.

My husband is away, so it’s just me and our sleeping children beneath this roof. In this room, it’s just me and my heart quietly whispering away. What is she saying? I’m not entirely sure.

She’s telling me I worry too much.

That I should remember the wind and her sweet softness. How peacefully she blows, without a thought, without a care or question.

She’s telling me she sees me. That even though, sometimes, life’s tenderness swells to the point of overflowing…I’ll always be okay. My tears could fill an ocean some days. After they fall, though, everything seems a little brighter than it did before, and a little softer, perhaps.

I do like the softness very much.

It feels like peace, it feels like calm, it feels like love.

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