

Mountain MeditationIt was a gloriously brightMountain Meditation
Day with colors
so vivid and the air so crisp And sparkling it hurt. Morning sunlight spilled over me like honey.
A mountain stream gurgled nearby accompanied by the whisper of aspens and the trill of a meadowlark, Soft mists drank distant snowy peaks.
A pine scented breeze billowed my hair behind me.
Stretched out my body on the soft grass, the sun a warming lover's touch.
Tensed my muscles,
hugging every fiber
to the bone. &


Infinite SkyHe tilted his head back and gazed into the wide Wyoming sky, so blue it filled him with a piercing, sweet ache till he didnt know whether to laugh or cry, howl at the heavens, or ride like the wind till he fell off the horizon. It was a loneliness so infinite, A fierce, wild longing for something, Someone he knew he could never have.Infinite Sky


BreatheI let go of the past, Release the future from my grasp.Breathe
Listen to waves lapping the shore, The cries of seagulls circling the sand, Salt scented sea breeze ripples my hair, Sun warms my face
and shoulders like a lovers embrace, Skin caressed by gentle winds.
Inhale deeply, belly expands, One, two, three, four, Light, calm, serenity, joy. Exhale fully, belly contracts, Five, six, seven, eight, Let go of worry, sorrow, regret, hate.
Breaths undulating like the sea, I watch my cares drift up into the ether, Carried out to s


TwilightSilently the day departed As the earth held its breath Balanced between night And day.Twilight
The night cast long blue shadows Over the land and Damp mists swirled and
Shrouded the trees As the Whippoorwill sang
The day to sleep.
Night creatures stirred, A thousand black eyes Peered out of the darkness, Sending a chill down my spine.
He wrapped me in his warm embrace, Taking the chill from the air And all was right with the world.
Brindisi

Lost AgainI know the sweet aching bite of too much too soon and how it stains between my bones and sends me falling primitiveLost Again
with my brash hopes trapped outside my chest. I blame your face - how it shames your name and the way it turns away the world, pulling the seams of my skin to Calvary, blowing my wishes into yesterday. Oh, there is such a dark elegance, refined and flawed like damaged water in your eyes, and a twist of your smile - the tragedy of light, leaves the air vibrating with something &nbs
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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