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Ancient Longing

There is a stillness that runs deep that strokes the soul and a luminous silence that unlocks an ancient longing that I still do not understand. I just walk, wondering, as I come to terms with the deeper truth of … Continue reading

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He Knows, He Understands, He Remembers

He lives his life the way it used to be and a little bit more. There are times when he is so quiet and he knows why, and he understands and then…he remembers the deep resonance and distant echoes of … Continue reading

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One Winter Night

A leaf covered by snow, a moonlight in winter and tears in the stillness of the night.

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A Leaf in Autumn

Quietly You left Like a leaf in autumn. The air is clear and crisp. It is cold. There is no moment to forget.

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A Silent Story

It is that shaft of sunlight that tells the whole story, hoping yet fleeting.

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Deep Love

I wake up to the call of the silence of spring and yet I can still feel the coldness of winter. This I call deep love. It lingers.

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A Hidden Silence that is Beyond Meaning

And I stand alone in a farrago of thoughts, thinking long and hard as I am cantilevered in a place of empty; and the birds, as if they are silently commiserating and consoling, as if they feel the sting of … Continue reading

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