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Friday, April 24, 2015

This goes out to John

In ode to John and Dorothy 62 years of marriage
He doth cross over...

The water is wide, I cannot get oer
Neither have I wings to fly
Give me a boat that can carry two
And both shall row, my love and I

Then will my love return to me

So Long John April 28th 14:23

Sunday, April 12, 2015

Catch the Wind

Trying to be polite
I’Ve kept my aura tight around me full of holes
full of the sludge of wounds hidden
Programmed default is every single thing is my fault
Default is that I have no control of my mind or emotions
That my body is something to be afraid of … a ticking time bomb
Trust the expert who knows nothing about true vibrant health.
Keep small
Be polite

then I am finding freedom by imagining my aura out nine feet all around instead of eighteen inches
What liberation I feel from this idea of expanse.