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Diary entry 293
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Today I saw a butterfly,
She helped me fly away,
I had no words to utter why?
there were no words to say.
She flew up to the majesty, ..
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A stutter of traffic noise
and the day’s begun,
like a left jab from Muhammad Ali,
There’s no sitting ringside
no waiting around,
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Do not pursue the past. Do not lose yourself in the future. Looking deeply at life as it is in the very here and now, the practitioner dwells in stabi..
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A little something for Halloween/Samhain 🎃👻🎃
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Early mornings are like an untouched blanket of snow,
for when I rise before the dawn,
I can feel my footsteps crunch
into a freshly fallen day.
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I asked a sparrow,
“what are you pecking for?”
she said,
“morsels.”
I asked a beggar,
“what are you begging for?&r..
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There is a breeze through the trees
that whispers “September”
reminding the leaves
it soon will be time;
they sigh with regret
that s..
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Yesterday passed me by
like a canal barge in a bathtub
and left me with the knowledge
that I’ll be mopping up for days.
I don’t thi..
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Ivy-
evergreen,
still wraps around the bough,
the bough
still grows from the tree;
the tree
is still rooted
deep in the ground,
where we stood..
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