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Sacred Footing - The Ancient Path to Wisdom for a Modern Female Warrior: Her chin was pressed so closely against her foot, that there was hardly room to open her mouth.
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Sacred Footing - The Ancient Path to Wisdom for a Modern Female Warrior. Monday, March 24, 2008. Her chin was pressed so closely against her foot, that there was hardly room to open her mouth. Lindy's Adventures in Wonderland . . . Down, down, down. There was nothing else to do . . . ". On gratitude for important things overlooked:. Cried Alice (she was so much surprised, that for the moment she quite forgot how to speak good English); 'now I'm opening out like the largest telescope that ever was! That d...
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8 Mile Love Graffiti: March 2011
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Thursday, March 17, 2011. Green river most holy. I wade my bare feet. Into your purifying flow. Away from noise and smoke. Where your voice is wind. A laugh I've died to hear. But I ask you;. If my mortal sins. By your cold blood. To the mother ocean. And beg your forgiveness. For listening to your voice. Instead of your words. On this matter of souls. As they walk on by. Labels are no alternative to understanding: Love. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Death of a friend. What do you...
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8 Mile Love Graffiti: Flotsam and Jetsam
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Monday, October 25, 2010. It was a long walk. Her thoughts all over the map,. The bus schedule lit by. The traffic crossing town,. Right through the door. Quickly to the neon lit bar. Where he'd just finished. One, two, was working. On a third vodka straight. Poked him in the ribs. Let him know she was. And the fires in Detroit. Burned early that night. And the planets aligned. To the world of man. And Lazarus rose from. And the bomb dropped-. Millions more were born. With a million more bombs. There are...
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8 Mile Love Graffiti: October 2010
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Friday, October 29, 2010. She screams at her nosferatu. On the threshold of her house. Every night the ritual. She throws a liquor bottle. It shatters to diamonds and mash. In front of his car door. Screeching to departure on cue. I’ve seen her throw herself. On the rusting hood of his car. Or smack his side window. With her open hand. She has broken glass before. As easily as she's broken herself. And for the ground that she gained. She just as easily gave in. To the monster near dawn. It was a long walk.
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8 Mile Love Graffiti: June 2011
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Thursday, June 2, 2011. Wormwood (Another Ode to Bukowski, the 2nd such.). Dead by the streetlight. Off the desert floor. A hooker is dodging cars. While living in the midnights. Really, it can't be that easy. Dead by the TV tray:. Half a pop tart. The future is in the now,. And turns out it's nothing. Taste the gasoline mai tai;. Dead by the bedside:. Gives me a twitch. Dead by the hand that. And rubs my belly. Labels are no alternative to understanding: Bukowski. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Today, the ...
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8 Mile Love Graffiti: Parallels
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Thursday, October 20, 2011. I hear the piano playing. And smell the breeze. Wafting from the dragonfly’s wings. Springtime tells us stories. That smell this sweet,. And so does an autumn sunset. Of the horizonless lake. As the waves say hello. And our feet see the sand. For all the trillion miracles. That it has always been,. Eyes falling only to fly high. The old mariner’s bell. The light and the dark. Are brothers after all. Labels are no alternative to understanding: death of a friend. A poet's corner...
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Sacred Footing - The Ancient Path to Wisdom for a Modern Female Warrior: Journal Entry - Hunger
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Sacred Footing - The Ancient Path to Wisdom for a Modern Female Warrior. Thursday, March 06, 2008. Journal Entry - Hunger. Today I am fighting the fear . . . crying over my hunger. Will my arrogance also rise with me and claw at the humility that has robed me and kept me naked at the same time? I was once a part of something . . . and now I am apart from everything. I was once one of them. And now I am none of them. Am I being forgotten, as I have wished? Or, have I pulled my hood down over my face?
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Sacred Footing - The Ancient Path to Wisdom for a Modern Female Warrior: on aging
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Sacred Footing - The Ancient Path to Wisdom for a Modern Female Warrior. Sunday, April 22, 2012. My ethereal, kaleidoscopic self is calling for my 30 year porcelain self to fall into tiny pieces and be swept up into Moses' giant dustpan of other broken idols and golden calves. I cannot yet let go her firm arm. Her supple skin,. Her full breasts, her un-scarred belly, her fertile hips, her wanting womb, her tiny waist, her defined lips,. Her smooth face,. Her bright eyes, her graceful steps, her. Where on...
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Sacred Footing - The Ancient Path to Wisdom for a Modern Female Warrior: The Absence of Balance is Like Standing on the Outside but Thinking I am in
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Sacred Footing - The Ancient Path to Wisdom for a Modern Female Warrior. Monday, October 22, 2007. The Absence of Balance is Like Standing on the Outside but Thinking I am in. Do opposites really exist? Love and fear are called opposites, but isn't fear really the. As chaos is the absence of order. And darkness is the absence of light. It can be debated that all things deemed as. Are really only separated by fine blurry lines,. Or perception. Like the opposite of quiet is not loud;. I have been made more...
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