117. The green that overgrows
Burning casuarinas The red sun is painting the foliage at dusk Intensifying play reality The green that overgrows In the village of my youth Is the shadow Of the villagers’ lives Look! Look! The truck...
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Creating timespace from infinity I am just a memory Of what it was To be a person I am the potential for more too But I forgot There is a big reason to frown My memories think As I am creating...
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This is what we can do and this is what we are here for as therapists or healers or whatever. We only have to assist everything that comes from inside of us in going its way out. It will go if we let...
View Article324. My old brother sits in the room of our childhood
My old brother sits in the room of our childhoodThe trees in the yardMove slightly in the windInside of his body The clouds, one big one smallThrow a ball between themA picture that he made one...
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