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Your children are not your children
I like this one. It speaks to how we prep our kids and how we are just their guide and launch point into the future. Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with…
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Rest in you
Let me rest Let me rest in you, just for a moment A moment of quiet A moment of no thinking, just being Let me rest On your shoulder On your shoulder, like a listing snowflake Let me rest my soul No moving, just resting On your shoulder Let’s breathe Let’s breathe, in soul time…
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Warm friend
I wait for you each morning Before the world remembers it’s noise You return with the tiniest of glows Regular, steady and slow Then, you’re rising The most gradual of shinings I move to you Into you, warm and true Now you’re charging me Unplugged and free My sun, our sun you me and our…
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Discover the non-existent
Rediscovering poetry feels like seeing snails for the first time as a kid. What is this crazy looking thing unafraid of the giants bouncing around it. Sliding across rough surfaces, heading to some unseen destination at a pace dictated by a silver slime. It’s weird, new and scary. I’m learning again at that mad pace…