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I turn towards the light, spinning some words, singing a phrase
expecting the revelation, instead water falls on me
but I am cleansed mostly
fig leaves never hiding me
or the words I’ve been carrying for so long,
waiting to write. So I begin again….
We all have a story.
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The mystery of a poem dwells within our hearts,
as we connect and flow,
turning over words
until
we are a river
from the sacred mountains.
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On a tough day, or when I need recovering, you can find me,
or I can find myself again
in these mountains.
You see they have a way,
a miraculous way
of removing bitterness
and fatigue.
Note: These mountains are just 5 minutes from my house.
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Within the depths of our spirits, spring flows
strengthening our rivers
calling forth our poems,
even washing
our minds with the hope
we were created for.
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And the sins of the fathers are being visited on us their children,
while the Earth continues to be ripped and torn,
I can’t help but think of the people lost,
swept away by storms,
from the changes in our air,
as dark clouds still gather
while ignorant bullies hide
their head in the sand,
lacking even a speck
of empathy.
How many more people
will be lost?
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In the spirit of the mountains we are confident,
having touched the sky, we can reach
now with our own spirits reshaped,
with wings extended
our wordflow
has a stronger heart.
And our poems can live
and breathe on the earth,
and move
in a marvelous way.
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As we turn towards the encouragement of the sun,
strengthened words will flow
into our hearts and minds
until they take shape escaping
as a poem
or a prayer.
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