James
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Paths are made for feeling.
(My words normal. Italics John O Donohue. )Every time you leave homeAnother road takes youInto a world you were never in. Pilgrimage, an oft used word. Traveller on a sacred path. Internal External. Concurrent. New Stranger on other paths awaitNew… Continue reading
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Your Soul is never not Beautiful.
Your Soul is never not beautifulExcept in the carcass thoughts of a fractured mindThat cant bear to be seenFrom the outside, or from within.For what it is. Your soul is never not beautifulFor she dances in puddles in red welly… Continue reading
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Arrival…(How do you know)
How do you know……. You’ve Arrived. Trains pull in to stations predicted by one arrivals board. 20 departures ones. Arrival almost incidental. People get off, but people leaving more important. Going somewhere else. Need to know where they are going.… Continue reading
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Beauty is.
Dear Flower, I might describe you with a label I once was taught, or proudly exclaim you with accuracy, from my limited knowledge of florals. I might give you fame, by taking your photo. Showing you off to a world… Continue reading
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What Butterfly Said.
I wonder. I wonder whether butterflies have been told? I wonder whether they know?If the rumour has got through to them after all these years. That they have become metaphoric. To the extreme. Pastiche. Simile. Picture. Meme. Resonance. Symbol. Awakening.… Continue reading
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Alchemy 101.
You gave me eggshells. A daily game I couldn’t win. Secrets of your stealing I had to hide. Damages behind doorsThat no one at them time. Would know. You gave me eggshells. Laying them out on the lounge carpet every… Continue reading
