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Thinning
Obon, Samhain, Dia de los Muertos.Whatever your tongue,Call out to the ancestors.Call them forth. No matter your connection as they walked in flesh,Lean into the shadows beyond the veil.Honor the lost, the lonely, the unheard.Listen closely to the whispers,As they call your name.They know now the hollowed ground Upon which they once trod blindly.Outstretched arms…
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She Writes
She writes to decompress. To sort; Thought, emotion, magic. To grasp at fleeting moments. To capture, The scent of jasmine On the wind, The twinkling of fireflies Over lush fields, The laughter of adult children As they reunite. She writes to remember. To celebrate. To capture Love Where it lives. She writes to become the…
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There too was Love
She stood at mountain peak Wrapped head to toe against Prevailing winds. Ankle deep in azure water He waded the river Soaking sun’s ray. Hiking through the world Unknown to one another The winds whispered. It wasn’t in the wild That they would meet; But where they would learn. The secrets of true love, Exposing…
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Holy Saturday
Invites us, As no other day can, To simply be. What’s done is done, And what is to come We cannot know. Devastating yet beckoning A new manifestation Of inquiry. Reflection and introspection Had we known death was So close, Or that new life was So near, Might we have emulated The love mandated And…
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Purple Paths Poetry 