Monthly Archives: January 2011

Rainforest News #22

Boom, boom, boom, my drum African rhythms delight The stork dropped me wrong! *************************** My toenails are pink Getting harder every year My feet are so far! *************************** Glasses lost again Never answer when I call Monets fill my world. … Continue reading

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Am I Unworthy?

How well I treat my friends, even strangers with mangled limbs, eyes and hands begging for compassion, receive my coins and blessings. Soup kitchens, orphanages, neighbors who need a helping hand, all have my love and care. So, why can … Continue reading

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What is Evil?

Let’s not use the argument of needing duality to maintain freedom of choice. On a spiritual level, I may love those who maim and kill with ill used power, but here on Earth I vote for the “Good Guys.” What … Continue reading

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Rainforest News #21

Mouse on the road, run! Cars screetch, swerve to miss the mouse. Horse stepping lively. *********************************** I’m a ballon floating high above the trees. Which, pop or go up? ********************************** Swim in the river Eat sun-warmed watermelon Rocking chair memories … Continue reading

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Why?

Why do we ride horses, not cows? I lie in fields of daisies and ponder lists of “Whys” that even the Internet can now answer. My mother puts her hands over her ears and says, “Please, child, go outside and … Continue reading

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Clouds Catching Fire

Dark billows on the horizon, rain’s sure to come. Setting sunbeams slipping through clouds set afire, edges flaming red and rose. then golden glow on purple pillows. All around me daytime life fluff their feathers, smooth their fur, settle in … Continue reading

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Imagination

What we imagine is not real; how many “truths” do we blindly accept, never questioning their validity? I pass into different spaces where there is no time. I walk suspended between what’s called “real,” and dimensions where all possibilities lie. … Continue reading

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