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A Plea To Your Words. {poetry}

It seems that she doesn't even need to complete a circle, as you wrote in your journal days before India. Unlike the tree Love travels back at each moment to her original form. To a primal time before the transformation she underwent to be a tool or a symbol of human passion.

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Wanderlusting. {poetry}

but I want so desperately to believe that love is the answer that I’m willing to jump headfirst without looking and crawl back up with scraped palms and bloody knees when no one but the ground is there to catch me just to jump again without remembering what the question was in ...

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I Am A Woman. {poetry}

I am a woman Here and now, born to Earth at a long journey’s end A woman Who clung to the womb for days, more than a little afraid, I think, of what Life would bring Sprouting from toddlerhood a knobby-kneed wisp of a thing with stringy blonde hair and curious eyes for feasting on ...

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Only Truth Can Set Us Free. {poetry}

My heart is a fist pounding against a cage meant to protect it it has found a new voice to sing with has heard the call and wants to say a lot...

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The Girl She Was. {poetry}

But her mystery lay stored and obscured beneath To get to it She had to dive deep And she did She did it without breathing for a while. Below the surface of those pools, treading heavy truths, even heavier fears She found no mask or thin disguise worth keeping after all these years She ...

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The Heaviest Forest. {poetry}

How do you change this creature of habit who sits and aches in darkness? Darkness that is so deep it moves. Darker than the darkest night. Deeper than the deepest.

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The Old Warrior. {poetry}

I hadn't seen myself as a warrior fighting and struggling with weapons in my hands, defending the borders of my kingdom, and with just one goal… … to achieve peace, and living on the truth and the hope that all battles and wars come to an end.

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Coyote. {poetry}

tried to walk it off ... tried to shake you off the memories won't change but people do and when they do, they just seem so strange

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Re-Wild. {poetry}

Jump again from moving buses; dive again to swirling depths rise again from your own ashes; die again a hundred deaths. For the wildness inside you will never perish; I only tire, then surge afresh.

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What Princesses Really Want. {poetry}

I do not want smooth marble castles, I want mortar eaten away by nature. I want the smell of wet moss and wood rot To seep into my lover’s lair

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