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Day whispered

Day whispered, hesitant, innocent and barely fleshed, as if reminding itself of yesterday and what had been, and yet as if wondering of tomorrow and what might be, sighing in that way of shadowed dawn, creeping, slipping, shouldering at curtain … Continue reading

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Darkness

Darkness breathes in voice which night has choked, whispered words where silence sucks at strength, denied the depth and substance of the dreaming day; stretched out across the hours as evening dress. In collared tightness does time hold the throat … Continue reading

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Light

The light distinctively is drawn onto the breast of morning, as shadow, dappled dreamings; the day will be reborn. And night surrenders slowly, then in an instant gone, as threads of shining sunshine, weave yet another dawn. To wake the … Continue reading

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Counting blessings

Mind in maudlin misery did call, for memory to hold the hand of hope, remembering that life still has its joys; counting of the blessings stroke by stroke. Magpies in mellifluous morning  call, deliquescent song of honeyed streaming light, trickles … Continue reading

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thanks

  In gratitude we open arms to life, embracing in the moment what may come, that first awakened creep of smiling, softened dawn, the stretch of limbs releasing  into grace, awareness as we’re drawn into new mind and vision; a … Continue reading

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Breath of day

The breath of day in whispered light will flush the cheeks of hollowed night, and in the due reminding, drives darkness from the dawn.

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Consciousness

There is that moment as the day begins, when consciousness is gathered and restored, and vision flutters in awakened startle, and sound begins to resonate the ear. As time re-constitutes awareness and reveals, a way of seeing further than night’s … Continue reading

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Dreams

The bag of dreams has fallen into day, with tightly knotted mouth and swollen shape, as if to tease the memories of night and mock the truth of what we call agape. It is as if time gathered shreds of … Continue reading

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Time is illusory

Time is so illusory, ephemeral and light, and yet it holds with heavy hands, my deep, eternal night. It’s in the darkness of the day, that I can call and find, a greater weight within the hours; hangs heavy on … Continue reading

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Sunset

Night cradled day so gently, as if to soothe its soul, and croon the words of comfort, as death took brightening hold. There was within that moment, as shadowed forms were drawn, a bleeding of the sunshine; life offered in … Continue reading

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