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I like when the outside mingles with the inside, dappling...

and when the breath of rain tries

to inhale the space of my inner rooms

and moves me to breathe the deeper rustic

scent of the outer rooms she has just passed through. 

beach glass & stone

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Everything writes, gestures.

"It is written" is everywhere (in everything) read

it with delight.

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Where there falls from the hands of the serving girl

the pale round plate

the colour of clouds

the pieces must be picked up

while the chandelier trembles

in the masters' dining room.

from Jean Follain

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Sometimes the day its light and colors on river sky branches, the dolphins passing the birds moving time with their flight, the ripe ripe everything--It spills into the eye.  Shattered by this same one serving girl. She has dropped this plate a million times, dropped this day my breath and heartbeat, the light from her fracture trembles through everything--

is. now

around your ankles invisible fire, It climbs

to wake us to the grace--a self, being Itself. 

After having fallen from the plate, one day's sun sets

this way.

Its gestures like ours, never the same.

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ok. Do Not go here if you are getting peaceful now:

Band of Skulls "Fires"  : lyrics

Baby darling doll face honey
I don't mean to cause you worry
its only hands in my pocket...

I am liking this band for its story like lyrics more and more.

Band of Skulls at Rhapsody  & Band of Skulls myspace

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Fresh figs from the yard today.

Now this is an ecstasy--

summer rain dew sun sweetened (somehow) into flesh ripe and falling.  More than one could possibly consume.

Life too, more than one could possibly... ever ever ... etc.

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I am thinking fig preserves,

and now i can practice that Drying setting on the oven.

Any recipes for sauces or maybe breads?

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Listen, If somewhere you see a dolphin floating on her back, a laptop open on her stomach, grinning delighted, laughing a dolphin laugh. She is reading my journals. Or maybe loving looking on your blogs...  because my laptop (which just went out for repairs) is messed! I am about to throw it into the river.

Thank you all for what you give, sharing the world as you do.

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always, The Cure: Just like heaven (notes to self: for August)

              all cats are grey

*Creature Comforts: The Pet Shop claymation 2nd I need Space

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Peace to all who enter here. Blessings.