Verde Corazon

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my sleeping fingers hear night rain

they sweep wide 

opening a window

my waking skin is dampened

smelling wakened soil

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my blood is pulsing

melting runoff

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breathing it all in

deep as my lungs will take it

  tender buds

unfurl in my brain

without thought

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full to bursting

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photo: nezartdesign

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Emerging

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All around

  the long bones of the trees

raise small green prayer flags

from their roots

of  winter solace

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Signals humming in the first spring wind

“There are so many lost in their own momentum”

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There is an urgency

as the intrepid green shoots

attend to the living word

“With”

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As everything cycles new in the next few months, my activities surround the season. I’ll be lending my hands, my arms, my back, my muscles, my eyes and my ears where needed.  My softer parts and all my bones go along for the ride. …giddy with enthusiasm.

I’ll also be germinating the next set of audio broadcasts. The seeds have been planted. I am immeasurably grateful to everyone who listened and lent their own thoughts … such beauty….you have my heart….

I’m learning trust in so many ways

opening like a flower

in a field of wild light

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Artist: Paul Klee