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Saturday, June 16, 2012. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Text (other than quotes) and photos © 2009 - 2012. Oahu, Hawaii, United States. A Domestic Goddess, devoted wife, loving mother, daughter, and friend to all.A lover of Sanātana Dharma and seeker of all things spiritually benevolent.also I am an aspiring poet so please check out my poetry blog The Cosmic Poet. Some of my other passions are photography, astrology and tarot. View my complete profile. The Travel Photographer : :. The Men in my Life.
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Bliss Photography: More or Cornwall, England....
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Friday, June 15, 2012. More or Cornwall, England. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Text (other than quotes) and photos © 2009 - 2012. Oahu, Hawaii, United States. A Domestic Goddess, devoted wife, loving mother, daughter, and friend to all.A lover of Sanātana Dharma and seeker of all things spiritually benevolent.also I am an aspiring poet so please check out my poetry blog The Cosmic Poet. Some of my other passions are photography, astrology and tarot. View my complete profile. The Men in my Life.
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Gravity is Love: February 2012
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Gobs of letters with space between. Saturday, February 11, 2012. I know he we got here. All alone in infinity. Like the fish unaware of the water. He was submerged in "is". He longed to know himself. He had no corners to turn. No vistas to summit. No secrets to reveal. The almighty was bored. So he couldn't take it anymore. He turned in on himself and simply exploded. Pieces forget the whole. Time turns to wave. And space is the ocean. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). A grain of sand.
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Gravity is Love: January 2010
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Gobs of letters with space between. Thursday, January 28, 2010. Gather around me oh blessed creatures. I wish to eat you one by one. My eyes are the fork i use to pluck you. My ears slit your throat and stab in the chest. Your blood is my gravy that beats deep inside me. Your skin is my trophy your bones to my drum. I suckle the cobalt that winks on your feathers. I marvel the whispers that creak from your beak. I nuzzle the talons and gnaw on your skullcap. Links to this post. Tuesday, January 12, 2010.
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Gravity is Love: Cosmos
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Gobs of letters with space between. Saturday, February 11, 2012. I know he we got here. All alone in infinity. Like the fish unaware of the water. He was submerged in "is". He longed to know himself. He had no corners to turn. No vistas to summit. No secrets to reveal. The almighty was bored. So he couldn't take it anymore. He turned in on himself and simply exploded. Pieces forget the whole. Time turns to wave. And space is the ocean. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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Gravity is Love: March 2010
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Gobs of letters with space between. Thursday, March 18, 2010. Always the fox reaching for the grape. A box of snapshots from a small town parade. See the smiles perched in the carriage? Under furry blankets, waving at strangers. Let's hitch our wagon to enthusiasm's horse. We don't need a reason to dangle our feet. Smiles from a crowd make a lovely breeze. Here, i give you this perfect grass saber. Squeeze it taunt, between the thumbs,. Blow your kiss firmly. The sound zaps storm clouds from miles away.
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Gravity is Love: January 2013
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Gobs of letters with space between. Wednesday, January 30, 2013. Today, he saw the tracks of the past. He remembered he didn't notice the shadows from the future. Here he was today, that same man. Sitting on the bench, vibing on yesterday. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Life from a small ski town in Southern Appalachia. View my complete profile. My Roatan - Adventures in Creating Nirvana. Video: the health-safeguarding sea breezes of paya bay. Georgia Mountain String Band. A grain of sand.
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Gravity is Love: July 2011
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Gobs of letters with space between. Saturday, July 23, 2011. When knees touch the ground,. The sacred always listen. Knees never fall in trivia. Always a page folded from our story. A high wrinkle in a silky life. A mountain range worth a peak from heaven. God watches that moment,. Knees ground when we fail. They sink as we weep. They fold when we pray. They burrow when we give up. But all is not from the dark. On our knees we plant a tree. From our knees we learn to walk. Links to this post.
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Gravity is Love: June 2009
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Gobs of letters with space between. Tuesday, June 16, 2009. How vivid was this confidence. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Life from a small ski town in Southern Appalachia. View my complete profile. My Roatan - Adventures in Creating Nirvana. Video: the health-safeguarding sea breezes of paya bay. Georgia Mountain String Band. MaryAnn Ashley Bever Photography. Where's My Dinner Woman? TEDxNextGenerationAsheville - Birke Baehr - "What's Wrong With Our Food . A grain of sand.
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Gravity is Love: Moved
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Gobs of letters with space between. Friday, March 21, 2014. Hi, I've moved my writing to gravityislove.com. Hope to see you there. March 9, 2016 at 11:48 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Life from a small ski town in Southern Appalachia. View my complete profile. My Roatan - Adventures in Creating Nirvana. Video: the health-safeguarding sea breezes of paya bay. Georgia Mountain String Band. Aloha Friday is here! MaryAnn Ashley Bever Photography. Where's My Dinner Woman? A grain of sand.
