Category: Childlike
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Insides are Out (Audio)
Something is severed Tween my heart and my pen My insides are out And my outsides are in Watching it all As it scampers about But perspective evades when one’s insides are out Seeking those lines Tween who I and who You be Though befuddled for now It shall all be most Groovy!…
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Finding Her Groove
The baby is finding her groove. She seems to like folksy funky stuff. She is such a cool human being. She was working on jewelry this morning. Said she was going to start an Etsy business (if that is the correct spelling). She is good at putting together outfits from the thrift store. So…
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Making Mudpies (Audio)
Like soupy handfuls of river mud Slung against a wall My words splatter and spread And slide to the floor Fragrant, dark, and heavy loam I feel the coarse silkiness between my fingers There is something in the mix But it refuses to hold a shape Rather, my words form the banks And contain the…
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Oceans (where feet may fail) – Reposted for a Friend
Perhaps it is that when one feels washed overboard, afraid, exhausted, and without a raft there is something in the depths of grace for us there. Perhaps the raft is what keeps us from knowing. Blessings, sweetness, and understanding that you are not alone. Whatever flavor of spirituality that you may tend toward there is…
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Wake up Sleepyhead
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Ease is the natural state, harmony the true habitation There is a reason for the dis-ease It signals, it beckons, it prods Dis-comfort is god’s grace Dis-satisfaction does not allow one to rest in the wasteland Like a splinter in the mind, itch needing scratched It plays on the fringes of consciousness Where the frayed…