In hope that we might sleep
April 22, 2018
In times we cannot accept,
Minutes seem likes days.
No color, no taste…even love seems fake.
And then, we step with our left instead of our right.
We choose to embrace instead of pushing away.
The shoulders fall; we breathe again in a new space
And for a moment, we open again.
522
June 3, 2017
Touched by space in a moment
Not profound nor beautiful; just simply true
Reminds to rest and allow all fully
Not to chase or resist…
Simple breathing
Stainless light
October 22, 2016
Early morning guest
October 7, 2016
Art the Dinosaur
September 29, 2016
Little rebel
September 28, 2016
photo by Emily Blincoe
http://www.emilyblincoe.com/arrangements/
To think that I once thought of myself as free
Wind blown, free to grow, color in cheeks
Whether this life was eventually termed long or short
I’m not really sure either concept will ever come close
I wanted so much more, simply to live and be able to love
But in the end, I became just another story for the coffee book table
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moment
August 24, 2016
Heart smile, eyes gleaning
She wants only to rest in love
I’m an apple
August 19, 2016
30 days
So beautiful
I am blessed