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8230;brown paper packages tied up with string. Newer posts →. January 1, 2014 · 10:22 pm. Each of us were chosen. For someone in this room made. Life defined itself again. And a light was thrown in the sky. When I look up tonight I see. The cosmos playing connect-the-dots. My star made from yours,. Made from another’s before her. The light goes so far we don’t even. Or if we are seeing something alive or dead. These lightways between us. Beating the drum of all time and life. There is nothing you could do.
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…brown paper packages tied up with string | The Bird Sings
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8230;brown paper packages tied up with string. 8230;brown paper packages tied up with string. These are a few of my favorite things…. Some of these links go to places where you may be inspired to buy your own new favorite thing. And if you do, you will be getting something you want. Sending a few cents toward me and my writing. Some call it affiliate marketing. I like to think of it as karmic ripples of abundance fertilizing the divine goddess sphere. IContact Email Marketing Service. 8220;When your star...
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inside | The Bird Sings
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8230;brown paper packages tied up with string. July 12, 2014 · 1:35 pm. Saying yes to all things. And I’m in the flow again. I know because I feel the river moving beneath my back. The steering is done. Will you climb into this raft with me? Eating from the tree. Making it all up. Don’t look at me like I’m the one. You’ll get lost and we’ll separate. Look at me like you can’t wait to find out. 2 responses to “. July 13, 2014 at 11:19 am. I’m excited to find out what’s next! Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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the gray | The Bird Sings
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8230;brown paper packages tied up with string. Love poems, too. I give and receive music as love →. February 18, 2014 · 12:29 am. I watched two old gray trunks entwine tonight. And it sent me to pieces. Like I knew something of unchaining. Like I knew something of recognizing. A thing so long gone. I had to feel. And feel to know it wasn’t some soft delusion. Like I knew something of how. When everyone leaves they. Without a breath of recognition for forgiveness. And in one swift moment. On the altar of.
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I give and receive music as love | The Bird Sings
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8230;brown paper packages tied up with string. What hope does →. March 21, 2014 · 4:57 am. I give and receive music as love. I give and receive music as love. Because there is no second place for the kingdom of heaven. To cleanse all these flavors of longing. I give and receive music as love. Because the notes write a smooth fence for my mind dog. With a bone she loves. I give and receive music as love. Because the plucked string of my pain is pure fire. And cannot be put out by an imagined pool. You are...
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heartbeat repeat | The Bird Sings
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8230;brown paper packages tied up with string. Love poem #1 →. February 9, 2014 · 10:24 pm. Is anything happening in there? Have I dulled you to nothing or is a lid still tight? Thump, thump; thump, thump. Gives me no notes to make a song with. You keep turning in the direction of the nearest sun. Which right now came yesterday and left. Leaving my skin burned and eyes tired. Cold again, putting back pieces. I would turn about face forward. Were I willing of the loss. All that love and pain. True Love Sp...
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love poem #1 | The Bird Sings
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8230;brown paper packages tied up with string. Love poems, too →. February 14, 2014 · 3:57 pm. Somewhere in that abyss of light you call the sky. Is a force beyond reckoning who. The way all your longing can’t even fathom. We all know this. But then we get the sky confused with God or aliens or a dream-. Something other than what it is,. A picture that gives our dense body a sense of horizon. An expanse that awakens our skinlessness. And then we confuse feeling dear. With feeling uniquely special. The sa...
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love poems, too | The Bird Sings
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8230;brown paper packages tied up with string. The gray →. February 14, 2014 · 4:01 pm. Love poems, too. I’m imagining a night. Where I couldn’t get there fast enough. If you hollered for me. So I’ll send this down the wire. Like an old telegraph. On the other end. For the sound of the star I recognize. Don’t sleep too long. Benevolence is a word I cannot stop hearing. Gifts that are really gifts. And as soon as I tune my drum to it. The music never quits. I will hold the gaze of my Love. It is less there.
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what hope does | The Bird Sings
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8230;brown paper packages tied up with string. I give and receive music as love. June 9, 2014 · 11:20 pm. Give me even a silver wisp of hope and I’ll slay every dragon. One look in the mirror of you. Betrays all the bored lies I’ve been spouting. And offers a door. Straight through to the pool. All this time spent dreaming and I dream still. But this dream is a rope my two hands know. So I will live and die following them. I will take your face in my hands or eyes or dream. Everything you give me. Noting...
