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Where you are 

Each day

Thoughts can live with you

Let them be 

At times they seem like a pesky mosquito 

Or fuzzy lint on a black t shirt 

We have so much left to do 

Discovering the angles in limited times 

Universal consciousness 

Collectively sharing a wild mind 

Yet we deny 

These hands opened 

Blending in saturation 

Some half present 

Fading in the faded corners 

An edge where the shatters can live with me 

Its rather simple to live an existing life 

Set the definitions 

Boil the waters 

Prepare the intakes 

Laugh at the things we always have 

Best when we remember 

After such a long time of forgetting 

Lost directions for a period 

The acid rain epoch 

Era of a stilted pisces 

Caught in an anglers net 

Red leaves 

Yellow leaves

From green leaves 

Strong wires hold in a moment we run from 

I remember building a cave inside my soul

Can see the night I started to hide 

Those fires burn the loudest 

Roaring for attention 

Gifts glowing 

Onto the nights arm 

In a weaved basket rests a map with two arrows 

One goes to the left

The other to the right 

No information 

Just a choice between the divide 

Even when there’s a question 

Always 

Chances push through 

Ringing bells popping up 

Secret intentions

Not so secret anymore 

Intuitions moment to step in the gap 

Energy token decides where to spend 

Inside the animal gypsy shadow

We dance in the back yard 

Gold dust falling from the orbit 

Bridges appear 

Notes from a stranger sent to remind you 

Synchronicity eye sees numbers that have deeper meanings

Or the same lesson that appears in different places 

Some on a page

In a forrest 

At a long red light where this older gentleman does puppet shows for donations 

Home is in the sounds 

Romance 

Meditative alchemy 

Hips that become twenty again 

A mind before the heavy years of abuse 

Escape the prison of language used to take you away from your loves

Found a small home by the water to live life fully 

We will plant a garden here 

And talk over morning tea 

I will make us eggs from our flock 

And take a long walk toward the back rows of white oak

Pondering unknowns 

We don’t gossip 

We encourage 

Air can be air 

Silently 

The work will be done 

Always 

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