life
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Raindrops of the Heart
What do you notice, when you stop and look within. Memories like fragile raindrops. Dangling on the grass, delicate holding on. Cumulatively heavy, on a light blade of grass dragging it down. Yet The grass is not the raindrops And… Continue reading
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The Story I’ve waited a year to tell.
I have waited a full year to tell you this story. It’s a personal one, but I hope a good one, and please do bear with the length of it, grab yourself a coffee or tea and strap in. Maybe… Continue reading
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Kind One.
Heres to you, The kind one, when others destroy The kind one, who loves, when others run Heres to you Soul Whisperer Light Shiner Hope Reflector Dancer in the rain Heres to you One who sees One who believes, in… Continue reading
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You
You are. And so; You are not your past You are not your regrets You are not your memories You are not your heart break You are not their projections You are not their expectations You are not their roles… Continue reading
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The Wild Path
With the love of new companions Angels that found me and a loving self I go To The wild path. Step out onto its mysterious threshold hurting, pained, afraid The first act of love To walk the wild path Alone,… Continue reading
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What kind of noise.. does Silence make (until she is heard)?
What kind of noise does silence make to find herself heard? As she wanders. She won’t interrupt your schedule, Chase your ego, or shout herself from the rooftops. She wont force She wont make herself known where she isn’t wanted… Continue reading
James Ballantyne 