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Softening their intelligence
transparent as water and air
they meander through the maps of their minds
unraveling the edges of illusion
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Circumnavigating the solid grid of references
they walk deftly under the ladders of hierarchy
The flight of their passions
entertaining the complexities of insight
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Their cadence syncopated
by raindrops and bird calls
they resonate as bells ringing
weathering the storms of vulnerability
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Each of their words
the flesh of their hearts
their ageless spirits
carry loss as kites in the wind
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While planting bright seeds
in fecund dust
where some may grow
under the radar
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Artist: Max Ernst
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Your ageless spirit shines through, Jana. Smiles…
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Thank you kind poet friend… !
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Anything I say is going to rattle like a tin can inside this prayer. You are walking on air.
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Thanks for providing the back beat Chris…. !
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finding our rhythm
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when supportive words
plant nourishing
communities of trust
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we flutter stretching
wonderous shimmering
wings of flight
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I love watching
you soar
so high Jana
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How beautiful Geo
this baptism in light
soaring in the fields
dipping in the streams
You inspire me Geo…thank you
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Exquisite Jana.
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Thank you Mark
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This was an emotional roller-coaster ride for me Jana, through mazes and waterfalls. I keep reading the last two verses, pure gems. And oh yes, “bright seeds” please, please “grow under the radar”…
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armed with tuning fork and shovel, this song comes to mind John…
“To everything, turn, turn, turn.
There is a season, turn, turn, turn.
And a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time to build up, a time to break down.
A time to dance, a time to mourn.
A time to cast away stones.
A time to gather stones together.”
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