Tag: inspiration
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To Sons and Daughters
To our sons or daughters, You have nothing to be ashamed of, whatever it is that they mock you for, it is also them; There is nothing that belongs to you that is not also theirs. The streets are hungry and the alleyways hungrier still, and you will find in your own way that language…
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Sweet Sweet
O! my sweet sweet. Remember when I was your right hand, guiding the rhythm (of course) and you were my left, providing the melody. We played such sweet harmonies. Or was it dissonance, and only the two of us that heard it harmonizing? O my! scattered potting soil on the dining room table, singing such…
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That Which Inspires
Foxglove spiresPurple and whiteTall summer grassesBent with grainCrisp wisps of cirrusSlanted across the Mourning sunO to be that Which inspires
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Lamenting the Practice of Good Habits
It’s hard enough to form good habits, especially in lieu of bad ones. But sometimes it seems virtually impossible to form good habits in a good way. I find myself lamenting the practice of forming good habits. While doing my morning breathing scattered thoughts race through my mind, I thought what’s the point of going…
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Out by the Cedar
Scared, but craving more, I reached with my hand and tugged on the outer rim, she stretched enough to fit my arm in, then my face and suddenly I was pulling myself inside her, her womb.
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Out by the Cedar
Scared, but craving more, I reached with my hand and tugged on the outer rim, she stretched enough to fit my arm in, then my face and suddenly I was pulling myself inside her, her womb.
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Like the Tree
Be still Be still like the tree Who grows and branches effortlessly Who knows The most appropriate answer To the most immediate question Be still Be still like the tree Who is not divided Who does not second guess But continues to reach further Pointing to the sky Expanding While time passes us by Be…
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Words Can’t Save Our Soul
Well we know it’s not the same now, As it was before. It’s been chewed up and spit out. Left out on the floor. Left out on the floor. All we have is words now, To save our barren souls. . When will we Wake up to the reality that’s staring us straight in the…
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Spring Lake/Lake Desire (Haibun)
I just keep plowing forward everyday without knowing where i’m going. We left the house thinking we were searching for freedom; the american ideal. I wanted to see what Ken Burns was looking for all these years, put a face to the name in a way. We figured freedom meant it was free, so we…
Daniel J Flosi is Consumed 