Monthly Archives: January 2015

Bird of Spring

There’s a theme running through my dreams these nights. Springtime. I find myself in houses, and when I step outside spring is unfolding into gardens  abundant with the colors of rebirth. These dreams bring me hope – the promise of … Continue reading

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The flying squirrel as a metaphor for thoughts

I almost dismissed the dream. Another release dream, I had thought as I woke with the lingering emotions of irritation and frustration. Then I thought about the flying squirrel and why it took the leading role in my dream. I … Continue reading

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The Choice

The Choice You are a seed of stars ready to burst into light don’t wait for sunnier days when the ground unfolds its green bed and life wakes in a chorus of color inside of you an eternal spring waits … Continue reading

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In the space between hope

In the space between hope the refuge of want hides inside amorphous wings you were not born to wait for the golden sun to shine upon you shake this dusty delusion feel the heart break the cage that holds it … Continue reading

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When did we forget

When did we forget To dream inside a ravished land- scape mal-nourished by greed’s stagnant waters. Fear drips gray clouds until the sun burst from that place called hope. When did we forget to wake beside love? Nightmares spread from … Continue reading

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Re-birth, a poem

The story of re- birth is a crepe paper blossom un- folding silence into words Peace rests in the center specked with light that travels on the wind of truth Hear me weep a thunder- storm. I rain down voice in … Continue reading

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Home and the Struggle of the Mind

It’s funny, this struggle of the mind. How it strives, always, to take us over, chattering through the silence and forever searching for the spotlight, when there is a river inside that  waits to flow through the unencumbered space devoid … Continue reading

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