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MY ACHING HEART
I wait. She may choose to deny herself. Or, with practice, she may choose herself, blossoming.
HER DEMAND IS INFINITE & ALWAYS, TOO MUCH
Two conversations. A man swimming, believing himself to be drowning. A woman, swimming for so long, feeling herself lost without the presence of the eternal.
SHE WOULD BE 65 TODAY. INSTEAD, SILENCE
The world is a whirl of vibrations. I don't always hear the music of it.
WALKING WITH ENVY
I walked with a friend yesterday. Into the forest. ... Listening to the ravens, chattering in their many and strange tongues. Wondering, always: What do they tell me? What, slowed as I am, am I ready to hear?