Maybe that is what life is—resonance. You put your energy into world and see who feels and thinks and believes the same…All of God—the same One Energy—we have our different frequencies, and it’s the ones who share and live on ours with whom we feel the most connected, understand more whole and naturally. […]
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SUMMER RESTLESS
Rising sun burne away the dew and cool and calm of dawn. Blue of sky, bright of light—then came the want and longing that strengthened in the heat. Daydreamings and mind’s conspire as he worked in the full of sun, he gazed in thoughtfulness to shade; gentler of the heat […]
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CREEK ADVENTURES
As children, they played in the woods and creek that ran in parallel to trail through the neighborhood park. She had dark hair and dark eyes, ran fast—for a girl—when they played as well on the soccer field and baseball diamond in open beyond the woods. In the woods, for most of […]
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SPIRIT IN BEING
Sitting upright, high body tall and straight at edge of bed, Anna smiled as he leant in stand, face and body low to hers; grace of his kiss, supple and warm upon her lips of same, grasp of his hands to her tops of breasts, strong and firm—his feeling through—as kiss built in join […]
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MIRROR-REFLECTION
Through view of lens, she found her joy again—two smiles and spirits in summer day in age of imagination and play. Through the lens, greater world blocked away, and she saw only the smiles and happiness of their little world made in closeness and share of surroundings as lived and perceived. “Look […]
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SHADOWSIDE
He sat on the porch in the afternoon, shade of the wide-spread maple before. Its leaves were darkened on shadowside from sun, and for the first time in many weeks, aside from storms, there was neither excesssive heat nor burden. T-shirt, linen shorts, shade of the tree; there was a comfort. […]
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WAY TO SAY
Anna read the words, whole of story’s tell. After, she blushed through sun tan of summer face, warm-rose behind the sun-riched hue. “I want to write art,” he told, “to write it as it seems to me—reality or dreams. I want to write of romance. I want to write of love; and too […]
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READY
One last time, before change’s arrive, they made love in the high vault room. Symbol-sign of prairie oak, black image, framed upon wall of white. Resting on floor—gentle—he guided her in recline, weight of her body lightened in posture and the lie. Upward stare to ceiling above, shone moon-roof’s window-cast of cross in […]