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Too late

It is already too late. Hate and division have lost. This last gasp denial of our awakening will not stand against the tsunami created from love and acceptance. We have tasted the sweet essence of brotherhood and sisterhood and now and forever desire their nourishment. Our arms do not require raising to battle another. Our smiles will not cower. Love does not kneel before a wall, it feels no such trivial impediments. It is our acceptance of our higher selves that has already conquered all.

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An Open Letter to Our Friends Telling Us to Stop Protesting Trump

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Remembering

We retreat into the wrinkled shell of age husked and seedless. But I remember the verdant days when we ate with fresh abandon and sin ran down our chins.

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Friday night crawls in my lap,  kissing me with your lips,  touching me with your hands,  and we put an end to this week,  we put an end to this damn week  to the beat of our own drums.

Peregrine (via youreyesblazeout)

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blinkingbird.

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As is

Truth/ subjective as beauty/ own it as money/ residing deep/ front jean pocket/ pat it for comfort/ covet it as a spread blanket with a river view/ proud to unfold/ spending it bold

There are frogs who journey from the river to this doorstep/ crickets who play violin to a birds trill note/ butterflies who cause envy to the colors of autumn/ hummingbirds always with another place to go/ dogs giving and seeking the caress of a familiar hand

All truths/ illuminated by a waning sun/ being as is

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Coco by Lita Cabellut

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La Pietà di Oleg Supereco

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Big smiles for the friends that still grace my blog. Deep joy.

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Men

We had perfected our monkey moves Growled while pounding, smiled while joking, flexed when peacocks were near And then Tired of our own repetitive noise Retreated to our little man caves Not so much to enjoy the quietude of games But because we bore ourselves with limited tricks We could not retell We could not spin again Threads on a sweater long discarded Words in a song from a love departed Weary of limits All that youthful energy weaving our own chains We have waded along the shore Hoping to become ocean Sinking deeper as sand Like friends Seek greater depths

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Yes it was

It was always sweeter in memory… the rough edges vaporized like childhood fears… the bottomless cup of not enough… once held with both hands… set down and forgotten

It was exactly like a song whose rhymes pulled at your feet… the safety of your chair negotiating… a soft sweet beat… here a cascading hair to hip shake… there a smile baked in remembrance

Please hold my outstretched hand.. if we are to dance

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Allotted time

The hangman draws another line

Allotted time

Each burough forms their words as boundaries stronger than national pride

We divide

Time and joy measured eyes wide

Pieces of dreams float alongside responsibilities

All pass

Did I ever move these thoughts collide across a bridge a scene to drive homeless men with voices wild

How to leave one’s head and survive

Take my leave, again I hide

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Monique Passicot | Secret

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peace by Stephen Carroll FotoFiction Via Flickr: You can also find me at Trevillion Images, Arcangel Images and FotoFiction on Facebook

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Gratitude to the sun

When does one start believing that the light one sees in another is owned by that other? When does one start believing that the light that illuminates their way comes from a being walking beside holding their hand? When does one start believing that they can’t breathe without moonlight, it is but sunshine reflected. When does one start believing that light can be bifurcated into yours and mine?

Light exists, cause it never ceases to be. Light exists, even when our back, or earth turns away. Light exists, reflecting off every surface that comes to face it. Light exists, an energy, eternal, unconditional, unjudgemental, Flowing, flowing, flowing like a eternal river of compassion, love and magnificence. Light exists, the selfsame in you as in me.

We are bulbs, filaments alighting to glow on and off, Light exists, with or without us; beaming graciously through us when we switch on. Light exists, not for us to give or take, Light exists, surrounds you, just open your eyes, look up at the sun.

I love you. I love the light through you that sparks mine. I love you. I love the darkness through you that cradles mine. I love you. Cause you and me are not black or white, dark or light, We are, mere human born to experience this brilliance of illumination that lights our way so we may walk side by side, hand in hand, different paths, different feet, but our fingers connected by this divine thread of light. I love you. Not because you seem to see light in me, but because in your eyes I see the burning wick, that flame smoking, spluttering, heated glow that burns in recognition of the magnitude of this universal source of light. It’s not me, or you, or anyone of us, we’re mere lighthouses… housing that energy, an amanat, throwing shimmering reflections in the ever churning waters below as the tides rise and fall in the shadows of the moons borrowed light.

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How to say “I love you,” in eight different Native languages:

Cheyenne: Nemehotâtse

Chickasaw: Chiholloli

Hawaiian: Aloha I’a Au Oe

Hopi: Nu’ umi unangwa’ta

Mohawk: Konoronhkwa

Navajo: Ayor anosh’ni

Ojibway: Gi zah gin

Zuni: Tom ho’ ichema

“Love is something you and I must have. We must have it because our spirit feeds upon it.”

- CHIEF DAN GEORGE, COAST SALISH, 1899–1981