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go ahead,
be innocent.
it still
won't stop them.
they will
track mud
on your
clean floor.
the one you broke
your back to shine,
on hands and knees,
one rag in hand.
they will still
want something
from you.
a small bit to
throw in their
deep cavern,
a penny
in a
wishing well.
(don't take it all so personally.)
does it help to...
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y:
You're good, you know that? wink kiss
y:
You don't know how glad I am to hear that.

I love so-called coincidences. I just happen to be making my own set of rosary beads at the moment. I've been whittling the beads from a dry stick I picked up on a walk the other day. I've never prayed the rosary before, but I like prayer; and seeing as how I wasn't brought up Christian or religious, I feel like I need something to focus on to get me started. I tried to buy a rosary but the company went weird and didn't send it; gave me a refund. It was a Tau cross rosary, the Franciscan one. And I can't find any others online. So I'm making my own! And enjoying it; except I have blisters cause my hand isn't used to wielding a knife for whittling (or any other reason skull biggrin)

How're things with you? Not great?
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if you are searching for something, you will find it. and if you don't, you are sure to find a good replacement. don't worry about the details, they are not important. focus, instead, upon the journey, the stretch of your own longing, the breaking of your own heart, the quieting (finally) of the mind.
the men are all over the roof like ants. they shout...
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billyfivecrows:
Vivid. Lovely.
huck:
"the quieting (finally) of the mind"

how we yearn for this
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r.i. is getting sticky and hot. last night was tough sleeping. there are choices to be made, as always. they are pressing down. a friend betrayed me. he broke my heart 15 years ago and he still needs to grow up. i have let him go but it makes for some kind of journal entry. i have been lost for words latley...
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back on the straight and narrow. the past few days have been filled with glutton. too much coffee, the wrong foods, weakness and wine. after today, life goes back to those found in a monestary. water, bread, occasional sleep, and dreams of salvation will pepper my exsistance. wish me luck, as caffiene withdrawal headaches are a bitch.
y:
Yes, I'm very changeable! It's a bit of an affliction.

That's weird; I've been overdoing it with the food and drink of late as well.

Noticed you were gone. I always get worried when people go away for a space - I tend to think they're annoyed about something or someone on the site, and often find myself thinking it's me. I'm paranoid that way biggrin

Peace be with you mammie wink
y:
That's an older pic, but not much older. I mostly prefer myself bearded - it softens me.
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the idea of portland...kind to the heart, to the eyes. my sensibilities are flooded with those that have been before. being human, i find it of interest what those of my own kind have said of their stay. now back to my almost solitary exsistance. i am sad about the routine being mantained, as my husband was right, i do need a little break, but...
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y:
Good luck tongue biggrin
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don't be content easily. those who remain content easily remain small: small are their joys, small are their ecstasies, small are their silences, small is their being.
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avalokitesvara:
Talking to yourself now, eh? Good for you! smile

So, you're saying size matters? wink

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y:
Them's good words.
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take it for what it's worth - a small collection

letting him
walk the ocean
alone.
"go"
i said
"there is no reason
both of us
should be in here
while he sleeps."
he checks out
the facilities.
"locked tight."
he reports.
the ocean continues its
washing
just beyond the hill
out of sight.
a family arrives
with two awake children.
they are stuffed into...
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billyfivecrows:
Love your poetry.

Deep and human. Well written.

Thanks so much for the birthday wishes!

-bfc
y:
Ooohhh you did not, you big fibber! wink
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take it for what it's worth - a small collection

letting him
walk the ocean
alone.
"go"
i said
"there is no reason
both of us
should be in here
while he sleeps."
he checks out
the facilities.
"locked tight."
he reports.
the ocean continues its
washing
just beyond the hill
out of sight.
a family arrives
with two awake children
they are stuffed into...
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met with sis at penera. we were shameless about occupying the two best stuffed chairs in the place for two hours after buying only one cup of tea. good for us!!! there is nothing like a good talk with a good friend. god, i sound arrogant. blush