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Circles

palm trees over seas

circles in the fallen leaves

lost in the breeze

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Meadow

a white butterfly

floating in the meadow wind

kissing every leaf

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Standing

dark puddle concrete

searing sun symphony

oak trunk standing

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Golden

golden morning curls

laying on the night's pillow

graceful unfolding

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Coral

walls of grey coral

minnows swishing through tide pools

the ocean awaits

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Reasons

sins in harmony

singing their reasons to live

inside hell's playground

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Mirror

solemn ecstasy

searching for a clean mirror

with no reflection

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Sweetness

fireflies glimmer

lilies laying on the lake

serenity sings

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Syn

syncopated rain

dancing on top betel leaves

spicy lover tears

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Cloud

spiraling cypress

smoke off of the mountainside

ancestral passion

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Home

steps in the forrest

into homes of rotting trees

beds of past elders

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Dream

the moon shines through clouds

exposing the lovers disguise

entranced by a dream

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Savor

a sweet touch of grace

the goddess's offering

to always remember

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Bai Shou

forgotten fields

waves of rich ocean water

brushing red clay cliffs

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9.22.21

tea leaves in the river

become golden dark bitters

caressing the full moon

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START

To start. To finish.

The beauty is inbetween. Where the begining and end points do not matter, as the line defines the journey. Without the connections, the points are floting in undefinable space. What does wealth mean to a human body? The story of how that person arrived to that point, is what has meaning. The juice of the fruit. While the fibre itself is uninteresting triva. Don't get me wrong- the fibre has it's purpose. It's there so you can easily digest the whole situation.

So what is your juice? What is the flavor, sweetness, vitamins, and minerals of your framework? A resume is a corpse without the interview. Most people can list the factoids of their life. Job, family, location, schooling... but how did it all come to be? Why do these things matter?

This is where the heart comes in. Creating connections, giving meaning, and being fully accepting of everything that has and will occur. Only then we can make honey. Not just using the facts that are easy to talk about, but diving into the murky depths of unstirred marshes. From high to low, low to high- the present moment and flow of life. We must be ready for it all. To paint a complete picture there must be the the details from a linked-in profile and the context of a facebook timeline.

When I write or tell a story, I tend to struggle with the content rather than the context. I can be very general, vague, and have a hard time recalling specific examples. This limits the storytelling ability for the meaning to be fleshed out. Thinking back to my younger years, I believe I have thes issues because I disregarded my story. That my point of view was not worthy of being told, and my experience was not valid. Believing that I only needed to know the formula, and the variables didnt matter. Now I know you can't write a recipie with only directions and no ingredients.

I believe that as I write and speak more, my story will come forth. In the past, I would tend to freeze up and draw blanks when I felt pressure. No examples became availble to use. This is when I should have given myself space. Space to breathe, space to think, space to fail. Then to place the feeling, of the topic that needs to be talked about, in the fore front of my heart. Feeling it through and seeing what pops up from there. For example, if the topic is about heartbreak, placing that pain in plain sight- feeling that emotion fully. Revealing a beautiful memory, the one of your ex that sold the matching shoes you got them. It's as simple as that.

Starting a story is tough when all you want to do is finish it. So here we go. The Start- the conception of my blog. It's exciting. I've held my voice back for so long, I'm now ready to share it again. I was afraid of being disliked, triggering people, being a bad writter, and that I'd fail. But if I don't write, I will perpetually be a terrible writter. If I am to strike a cord within one's heart and mind, the reveberations might be painful. I have to be alright with that and live with the reprocussions. I take full responsibility for you being a sensitive bitch. This will make me better. So bring it on. Best to weather the storm and see the world, than to shrivel in shelter- never seeing the light of day.