Accessed Abundance

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And so the bus took me
Careened into my path and made me say goodbye long before I’d feel able

The undercurrent drew my name
Encircled my entrenched legs, thinking, “Why wait another night?”

Here I live now

No where to sit except pretty
No place to swim but the deep

None ticket nor tide table in hand
These things are not needed

River Continuum

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The thief has arrived, long in advance, and the theft has already begun

The all-too-familiar strategy…make them concede before sunrise

Their sleep, their breath, the hope for warmth today

NOW comes this, as it has, since before the beginning of time

The River Continuum -a respite, of sorts…a shimmering place, just for peace

Inhale the heat, take back the Now that is here

Come Truer

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We didn’t want to know her
We wanted to be her
Certain we were her, we danced
Amidst the flames of our heart, we danced

Weaving, as dreamers do
Our story with yours
We picked up the pen
With aching hands, but ink anew

We stayed still, in Once-Upon-a-Time fashion
Hoping to make the one day we’d meet
The happy afterall
Come truer

Double Monocle

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You were as a fiery thing
Burning
Moving
Closer

I had to double-check

Closer
I said with laughter that only I was meant to hear
Yet you came nearer

Don’t question me then, when I ask
How is it you hear?
How is it I see?

Extol

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Saying, “Shave,” seems sexier
Whittle is what it was and is

These troubles
These worries of war within

Away
No more

Summer has been here
Shrouded all along….

Original thought credit: David Houston; “Gonna Lay Down My Burdens”

Migrant

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Rest your weary mind
My love
Rest your stricken heart

Permit time
Permit soonness
Permit fondness promised

When seasons change, as they will
When notes become no more
Permit the absence, too