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Worms

http://EyesInThePine.gaia.com — Sat, 02 May 2009 14:59:32 GMT

If we take a figure
And throw it to the ground
Ants are gaining tenure
And the forest makes no sound.

All the insects everywhere
Wave a hairy, tiny pair
Into what little sky they know
That echos to the earth below

We listen for such incidents!
We weave the grass to hidden specs
We look for suckers or the kind
That follow from a spaced-out mind

Rolly Polly, Daddy Longs
Righting all our sloppy wrongs
Drinking up our trails of tears
Under foot for all these years

Stretched across my path to see.
Thanks you worms for saving me!

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Glory of the Sun

http://EyesInThePine.gaia.com — Tue, 14 Apr 2009 14:08:22 GMT

The sound of the sun has been described as the ultimate Om- acually the prime conciousness of our world. The Word as it were. Feel the sun and the Sun, the Word. The frequencies that hold our earth so dear, so loved.

The Word, the Sun, shines on the waters, and structures, teases, dispenses all the creepy-crawlies, love affairs, atom bombs and floral boquets. Damn fine- if daunting in it's scope. Still a few details to be worked out, a few questions; I give you WTF?

Water has been shown to take on the frequencies around it, and actually store this information. The sound of the sun, literally, has the most beautiful structures of all, when that water is flash frozen after sun-sound exposure and those crystals checked out.

Here is my friend Vic on a late April afternoon. If you haven't really enjoyed the Sun in a while, well, let's hope it's shining in your neck of the woods.

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Hmmm

http://EyesInThePine.gaia.com — Fri, 10 Apr 2009 15:36:00 GMT

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Smithsonian Spooks

http://EyesInThePine.gaia.com — Mon, 30 Mar 2009 00:57:41 GMT

Spent almost a whole week up in DC, visiting my sister Stacey and hanging out seriously with my nephew Phil, home from college on Spring Break. We did our share- perhaps more than our share- of following fine conversations and soulful address(es)- amazing artifices, smarty pants Science(s)- the Smithsonian Institute in full. For the Books- under a billion looks, the one and the many; the lofty and frosty and frankly some things that are scary as shit. Teeth and gemstones of that size can only mean serious trouble.

Yes, those marble halls echoed our fleeting glimpses. As we walked. And walked. Five days later, the conversation was no less intriguing, nuances and themes mellowing like wine in our Apollonian Haunts. Some just lying there like Idiots. We let the Dead bury the Dead, and emerged wiser only for our reflection in and behind the glass(es); a lasting feast.............

Yep. And then we investigated Scientology Itself: a bold and perhaps reckless move that might have endangered my youthful friend.........more on that later.

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Ra Ra Ra! Love as the Key

http://EyesInThePine.gaia.com — Wed, 04 Mar 2009 15:55:12 GMT

My life has been most difficult lately, and so I haven't been posting. Gotta break that ice somehow.........so here's this cool little metaphor and a lazy pic, but a good one!

This here quote is from some channeled teachings from the early 80s. I tend to avoid such stuff, but I liked this quote and this particular channeling is considered solid material by people I respect. Hey- I'll take anything that puts all this crazy shit into some order; the good news here is that Reality may be much more highly structured than we think it is. In other words, don't despair during seeming chaos. Evolution will go on, individually at least, and a fucked up world- even if that's what it really is- can't stop your own progress. Maybe it'll even help.

The Poker Game

Questioner: Can you expand on the concept which is that it is necessary for an entity, during incarnation in the physical as we know it, to become polarized or interact properly with other entities and why this isn’t possible in between incarnations when the entity is aware of what he wants to do. Why must he come into an incarnation and lose conscious memory of what he wants to do and then act in a way in which he hopes to act?

Ra: I am Ra. Let us give the example of the man who sees all the poker hands. He then knows the game. It is but child’s play to gamble, for it is no risk. The other hands are known. The possibilities are known and the hand will be played correctly but with no interest.

In time/space and in the true color green density, the hands of all are open to the eye. The thoughts, the feelings, the troubles, all these may be seen. There is no deception and no desire for deception. Thus much may be accomplished in harmony but the mind/body/spirit gains little polarity from this interaction.

Let us re-examine this metaphor and multiply it into the longest poker game you can imagine, a lifetime. The cards are love, dislike, limitation, unhappiness, pleasure, etc. They are dealt and re-dealt and re-dealt continuously. You may, during this incarnation begin—and we stress begin—to know your own cards. You may begin to find the love within you. You may begin to balance your pleasure, your limitations, etc. However, your only indication of other-selves’ cards is to look into the eyes.

You cannot remember your hand, their hands, perhaps even the rules of this game. This game can only be won by those who lose their cards in the melting influence of love, can only be won by those who lay their pleasures, their limitations, their all upon the table face up and say inwardly: “All, all of you players, each other-self, whatever your hand, I love you.” This is the game: to know, to accept, to forgive, to balance, and to open the self in love. This cannot be done without the forgetting, for it would carry no weight in the life of the mind/body/spirit being-ness totality.

More on the Law of One Material

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Love for Breakfast

http://EyesInThePine.gaia.com — Fri, 06 Feb 2009 13:58:21 GMT

Eyes deep piercing-

The beautiful weapon:

Oh gentle and radiant One

Please ignore my silly cries

Scarf me down quick-

I give you love for breakfast.

Hey y'all- if you didn't care for that, try this for the funny stuff that the part of me that just wrote above poem thinks is beneath her.

and here too!

Tags: eyes in the pine, poetry, white tara, situtara

Forboden Love

http://EyesInThePine.gaia.com — Wed, 04 Feb 2009 18:44:33 GMT

Those of you who have dropped in now and again to this humble blog will know that a couple years back yours truly underwent a series of both comic and inexplicable events that shook me to my core(s). I’m still grappling with the aftershock(s), let alone ‘solving’, what appears to be a ‘dilemma’. I’m I ‘clear’?

Not so much(s).

Yeah, yeah, I swam around in the deep end the other day in regards, or disregards, to Duality, our Multiple F(r)iend. For surely the paradox runs like a pair of Infinite Tracks, listening in with both ears and a Stereo Field. Well I say quadrulate the motherfucker. My point being that I must have a point in the first place, and then every other point after that.......forever.

So this is work. Some pretty hard work; some very pretty hard difficult work, all these.....entities, these............................things. (Do your best Shatner there folks)

So, moving on to the topic....yes, they expect a topic, and the universe always obliges, always, see there’s another drama, again.....another tango.... What happened to me is still pretty unknown, but it wasn’t any kind of ‘enlightenment’ or satori experience; but I learned a whole heck of a lot about gender. Because I seem to be sort of loose or shall we say flexible in my approach. A binocularial double vision, two takes at once at best; attempted coupes at worst as one side makes a Claim. People! For the life of me and in the face of all skeptical research and inquiry, I seem to have two very strong inner ‘selves’- and one is clearly a chic. And that is strange to.............us. (Especially him....)

Now, we are all multitudes, a commune, a Circle. The Goddess. We are, each one, an agent of decision, every moment shaping our own world with our own wits, guts and inspiration, breaking through old limits into Freedom. The God. What insanity is to be found lies perhaps more profoundly in the notion of the Islander- the ‘person’ who thinks- key work here thinks- they’re this one person, in here somewhere- and the price for this cold comfort is taking a Side and wanting your rug back. The myth of the Dude(ss).

Anyhow, I could go on, attempting to give you some idea of how strange this feels. How, on some days these two work together and pierce and surrender each other into Love that then radiates out to every Customer in the Store, making the ‘sale’- and how on others this body feels literally split clean down the center line, a house divided, the horror........

But, I’ve covered that ground in the past here on these very pages- today I want to throw a few hopefully helpful things I’ve learned out there, here in some of the language of David Deida, a spiritual teacher who specializes in gender issues- and I fully vet this guy from my experience. Here’s a taste:

About 80% of us have a sexual core that corresponds with our physical gender. The more polarized your own core, the more polarized your partners core will have to be in order for real spiritually powerful lovemaking to exist. Big Hairy Action Agents are just gonna have to deal with Space Cadet Barbies; and it will be hot.
About 10% of folks have a reversed polarity- and this has nothing to do with sexual preference. More guys with this flip may be gay than in the other 80%; but the majority will still be straight. These men will require a woman (or man) with a masculine sexual core.

And the other 10% or so are neutral; they do not polarize and neither do their partners; a relationship easy on both fucking and fighting....

I think Deida is right on, but for one thing- it’s a bit reductionistic. To me, each individual has a double core, like the double helix in the DNA master ‘molecule’. Twin Serpents of Infinity, spiraling on......... Anyway, in the relative sense this means we each tend towards finding a sense of I-density, identity, by choosing a side and pursuing the Shadowfied One as any object ‘out there’- that means you kid. The Soul has a preference; research tells us that about 75 % of anyone’s incarnations are as one gender or the other.

So, for all intents and purposes, one Core usually drowns out awareness, or use of, the other Core. Or, both are mild, for instance if each was a ‘5' on a scale of one to ten..... as in the last of the ten percenters.

Etc.........but here’s the point- by becoming aware of your own Core(s) Status, doing good shadow work on the Repressed (or under-developed) One, you can learn to let both Cores shine, and once you learn to walk that razor’s edge (through grace and effort!) not only will that Stereo Field expand Love, Wisdom Freedom and Bliss, our very birthrights.........but probably get us very laid to boot with no chaperone but the Heart.

And that’s a very good thing.

Here's David's website And another with a dualistic spin on the brain

Oh yeah- someone liked my poem yesterday, so I'm now willing to say that, yeah, I 'wrote' it.

Tags: eyes in the pine, david deida, bigender

The Prodigal Daughter

http://EyesInThePine.gaia.com — Sun, 01 Feb 2009 15:14:25 GMT

The Prodigal Daughter

Where have you gone, oh smiling one?
You shift your eyes and the light slides up to zenith;
Or off into the starry night.

There is a place in my heart the halls of which ring mightily by your absence, halted, listening.

One daughter still spins and weaves,
Loading the dishwasher.
Crows lament the directions of the sky, cawing, sideways, looking left and right.

One daughter sits still, panes of glass dividing her curve.
The window grows distant, the cold hills more familiar.

One daughter remains.

One daughter roams, sleeping with the shapes of things.

One daughter flickers and weaves the lamp-lit flame.
One daughter trims wick, scraping bone.
One daughter leaves
One daughter stays.

Oh sons of Men, Rejoice!
Oh daughters of Women, Rejoice!
That flame, ever returning
Ever fresh as the dawn is young-

A longer kiss would not be wiser-
Sweetness lies when stretched to taught-

Yet ever does She call your name
And call you home, as well.

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Don't Fear the Reaper

http://EyesInThePine.gaia.com — Wed, 28 Jan 2009 04:36:54 GMT

I was nursing my friend who had definite views that there was no afterlife. In her last couple of hours she became very peaceful and arose from her unconsciousness periodically, saying clearly and happily such phrases as 'I will know soon', 'Come on, get on with it then, I am ready to go now', and 'It is so beautiful'. She would immediately lapse back into unconsciousness after uttering these phrases. She was very obviously content, happy and at peace. It was a wonderful experience for her partner and me. (p. 27)

He was going unconscious. When I looked at him, he was looking fixedly at something in front of him. A smile of recognition spread slowly over his face, as if he was greeting someone. Then he relaxed peacefully and died. (p. 29)

I said, 'Are you sure you were not dreaming?', to which she replied, 'I know a dream from what I have been seeing.' She seemed very happy and would say little more, although I felt the experience had a particularly calming effect on her... (p. 28)

My brother was in hospital dying from emphysema. His breathing was very laboured, when all of a sudden he stopped and his breathing suddenly appeared normal. He looked at about 45 degrees upwards and smiled broadly, as if at something or someone: he turned to me and died suddenly in my arms. I am positive to this day that he wanted to tell me what he had seen. Those few seconds before he died will live with me for ever, it was so powerful. (p. 29)

From "The Art of Dying" by Peter Fenwick, a british neuro-psychiatrist

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The Man

http://EyesInThePine.gaia.com — Tue, 27 Jan 2009 16:09:06 GMT

Barrack Obama: Antichrist or World Saviour?

He has to be one or the other- no one else could have done what he's done.

I'll go either way................hell, Armageddon tired of waiting!

Still gonna blog on the 'prodigal daughter' but thought this picture was too freakin' cool- and yes, Virginia, this Cat is your president, bone fide!

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Subduality

http://EyesInThePine.gaia.com — Fri, 23 Jan 2009 15:53:28 GMT

I’m not trying to be abstract in the least when I say that I am a man who ponders duality daily. The gorilla in the room and there’s no reason not to ponder such a beast. Of course, in this day of lightning global whirls, mad knowledge and girls gone wild, someone’s always willing to spill the beans and cream still rises to the top, mostly- and here I mean the best stuff the planet’s come up with so far, grokked mightily by her most grokkable- Buddha, Lao Tzu, and when you pan it down to the richest ore you get teachings that tackle and characterize the nature of actuarial tabla rasas.........the very basis of a ‘you’in the first place.

Welcome to nonduality, friend, and watch your step- in step or out of step as it might be....watch your step because, when it comes to nonduality, you’re going to need both feet.

Seems funny, I know. To talk about something like nonduality at all, one’s mind must balance on the head of a pin and dive off backwards into a crystal pool forever falling. The serum that is Truth Lives burning anguish all else beside. There is no forward gone with no way home. All comfort rides this wind of swift razors cutting through- the colors in the wings of wild birds. Altogether, collaboration equals zero, yet everyone is here. A party ensues.

People come to the party and ask. Who subdued the dual? Where did I go? Am I doubley dual when I play the fool? The nature of the Known is always- always- the Unknown, and every great Truth, as for those, take a look at its opposite- another great truth. Damn.

Thus, I propose ‘soft duality’............the new duality with half the hassle; one less problem: Big You. ‘ you’ would still exist, but no Capitals, only far side ranges of snow mountains clear and present.

Or maybe Subduality- where the Big Bulb is wholly part of the show, or even better- the show of all shows, cut to the chase, making your own movie on the slipstream of the Edge, feeling the Beauty of the Bulb all the while...........

Slipstream the currents of soft duality. Don’t throw the baby out with the bath! And getting back to that party? Duality is where all the action is baby! But, sometimes he goes too far..........ah, the Devil. Keep an eye on those car keys!

Oh and here's a bit on duality writ weird and cool.

Next time: The Prodigal daughter

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Massive Heart Attract

http://EyesInThePine.gaia.com — Tue, 13 Jan 2009 14:58:04 GMT

The world is pale, cold and silver out my window this morning. I"m huddled up and hunkered down, layering down into the warming depths and folds, feeling down for the fire within. God knows it's a bit chilly up here........

Sunday found me driving way up into Madison county to take a 'heart centering' workshop. Cut to the chase: exactly. I felt the very center of the center of my energetic heart to be like a gentle, razor sharp blade.............no aggression, pure gentleness- please, Dear, lean up against me........let go and fall on this Tender Sword.

A lot, a whole fuck of a lot, of resistance in me, and this work highlights that resistance, that Satanic Rebellion thing, and how or why we got such a big dose of the Devil is anybody's guess...............but one dialectic here- did he jump or was he pushed? Are we victims of a Cosmic Mistake- look around people- or does the Infinite just love the Prodigal Son?

Questions...............horrible, annoying questions when one can rest..................ah, yes Rest............for a while in the Steady Radiance of Source, coming through the heart.

Humbling work- humbling, humbling, frustrating.................and then so beautiful in Birthright.

Here's the organization I chose, and there is a free download on this site, right on the first page, that will give you a 20 minute guided thing. I highly recommend!

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This is the End

http://EyesInThePine.gaia.com — Mon, 15 Dec 2008 13:39:56 GMT

Is suspense the real thriller? When the movie is rolling, firing up the space with all that fantasitca et. al., do you feel for the finish? Do you hanker towards the hanky or do you pick apart the panky?

What I'm trying to, uh, say here is this- what the hell do you go see a movie for anyway? Do you watch the movie, or do you watch with the movie? Do you want to be in on it, or dumb-fuck surprised?

Do you care how it ends? Do you want to walk out in a 'wow it's still light out and look at that freakin' bird up there pretty cool' kind of mood or would you rather have trouble finding your car, head spinning with ambulatory ambiguity, the great Whaaazaaaa?

Just asking. "Coz I don't know. Curious. But how would you live your life if you knew everything, in the end, would be better than good, that it would be fantastic? Would it get boring?

Sooooooo many annoying questions this morning. So, let's peer behind that curtain for just a sec and see what that that ultra-bright, glare free, unapproachable but clearly and fully worshipable Light is- could it be our own True Nature?

I think that it Is! Sorry to blow the suspense folks.......... but bump up this lil' link here for thousands of reasons to enjoy what's left of your popcorn..........

Tags: eyes in the pine, NDE, situtara, white tara, life after death

Looking Back

http://EyesInThePine.gaia.com — Wed, 10 Dec 2008 14:05:31 GMT

I'm not blogging very much these days, and some of you might wonder what has become of me in the wide and windy world...........

Well, like many of us I've been blown about on the winds of karma, given a few good knocks and blessed with some tasty licks to boot.

Kimberly and I have separated after trying to work it out- the good news being our unbroken deep affection and continued soul-friendship. She's doing well.............

I continue to sell futons, cleanse my heart, and ponder the mysteries of everything. I feel both inspired and overwhelmed. I'm aware that we may be in the last days of our present civilization- the evidence that we may be headed towards a pole-shift is mounting. (FYI- if this year finds more strange weather and particularly increased seismic activity around the world- yeah, you might just want to spend what's left of your 401K on a long spiritual retreat...................)

On the other hand, my research and understanding of bodily death and our spiritual nature gives me great succor and gratitude- for certainly this Universe can only be described as Totally Fucking Magnificent.

To whit: Here's a pic with Saturn back-lit by the Sun. Whoah is right- and if you look closely at the rings, you can see the Earth as a bright, tiny little dot. Saturn represents tough lessons learned- and these days I see my little planet spin through those very rings on a daily basis.

If you look at evolution, chaos and breakdowns precede great breakthroughs. Let's all take some comfort in that!

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Freedom and Flow

http://EyesInThePine.gaia.com — Thu, 04 Dec 2008 15:35:49 GMT

Especially when you say, "Even my friends don't know how truly real
my problem is. Even my therapist doesn't know." [Everyone laughs.]
When we step back and take a good look at our finding so much reality
in our problems, and at the same time finding so little reality in
enlightened beings - that's a very good reason for anybody to laugh!

One way or another, then, we are trying to bring the qualities of
spaciousness and light back into all these places within our
lives. "Well yes, I really want to bring some space and light into
my working life." We can all agree with that. So, how do we do
this? For sure it is much easier than you think - as long as you
approach it in the right way, in the right place, at the right time,
and with the right means. For sure it is easier than you think. But
often, without being aware of the proper skillful means, we just try
to force things to change, applying too much effort, thinking more
effort is good. This kind of forceful effort is not good.

Rather than continuing to apply more and more of this coarse kind of
effort to what is not working in your life, try using your energy in
a different, more skillful way. Try bringing space and light into
the workplace, into your personal life, into your view, your
experiences of what you see, your sense objects, the objects of your
thoughts. Bring space and light to each moment of perception; bring
space and light into how you take things in, how you process
experience, so that your experience can benefit you and not limit
you, condition you, or block you. If there is some sense of space
and light in your life, you will be able to experience a sense of
freedom and flow.

-Tenzin Wangyal Rinpoche

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Heads Up

http://EyesInThePine.gaia.com — Wed, 19 Nov 2008 14:35:22 GMT

Wow. We're still here, and whatever this is, it's still going strong.

What a ride we're on!

Words won't do. Oh- wait: What. The. Fuck.

The horizontal world is tipping, spinning some new worlds, looming in the warp and woof. Woofing in the woods. Warping the loam, and whipping up the quantum foam.

But the depths and denizens of Earth and Sky both whisper and shout- we're not going anywhere. We will help you, child, if you dare.................

I take comfort in that.

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Exams Never Final

http://EyesInThePine.gaia.com — Wed, 08 Oct 2008 13:43:42 GMT

If life here on Earth is a schoolin', then baby you know it aint foolin'.

It's exam week. Flourescent lights hum, picking up every bit of cold blue lint on the rug. Birds have returned to silence. Humanity- you're looking up from whatever it was you were doing, spacing out or whatever, and find Mr. Hardnox staring at your forehead...........

No escape. The only way out is through, EarthSchool is a bitch, and the only thing worse than that is expecting something, anything, to save you from such apparently overwhelming lessons.

But gratitude for such apparently overwhelming lessons exists. Around here somewhere...........

Meanwhile, Love shines on, brightly, eternally- an all-forgiving and ever patient Source, our true Sun, our spiritual Heart.

May we remember and feel the presence of this Sun even on a cloudy day- especially as we step off the cliff into another Unknown.......

Tags: eyes in the pine, divine feminine, archaic revolution

Girl at the Falls

http://EyesInThePine.gaia.com — Thu, 25 Sep 2008 16:28:33 GMT

Here's a shot taken at a local waterfall- one half of one quarter of the couples we saw gazing up creek between a whole lot of nature's calling. Must be the negative ions.

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Baby Blast from Beyond

http://EyesInThePine.gaia.com — Tue, 09 Sep 2008 13:45:36 GMT

Yesterday I walked into a grocery, in a moldy mood, sort of head down and one step at a time. A man held a baby, a little tiny baby. I walked past. I glanced over at baby, fully expecting to see, well, a small and undeveloped creature. What I got was a double barrel shotgun of baby-blues. This kid was cooking with joy, a fresh window on Eternity, and the power of this................force..............so vivid and clear and loving- blew my fucking head clean off. Dazed me. Thrilled me to my soul, threw a major spring into me step. Changed my diaper. Gave me a cosmic coochie-coo.

Back in 1914, a British minister G. Vale Owens received messages, purportedly from his mother, deceased. Automatic writing as it were- and whether or not this contact was genuine or from Holmes's own sub-conscious, many luminaries of the time vetted Owen, and rings true to me.

Here's a taste:

But we testify to you, friend, and those who will think reverently of things they cannot understand, that if wonder gives us pause time and again as we proceed, yet never do we lose that sense of a Presence whose breathing is of Love, and whose leading is as gentle as a mother's leading of her little child. So we, as you do, take His hand and do not fear; and the music of the Spheres is around us as we go on from glory to the glory beyond. Come this way ever, our brother in Him. Never faint or weary of the road, for the mists are thinning as you proceed, and the light strengthens into the further light which issues onward into the Unknown, but never feared, so we tread lightly and humbly, as little children do, amid the glories of the planets and the heavens of suns and spheres, and of the Love of God.

Oh- and some funny stuff on the Cult of Darwin

Tags: life after death, Rev. G. Vale Owen, Eyes in the Pine

Behind the Door

http://EyesInThePine.gaia.com — Wed, 20 Aug 2008 14:19:14 GMT

I want to open the door, but I cannot. Arms seem to be missing..............fingers just melting into thought, a thinking that simply fills me with the Rage of the Powerless............. Somehow, the causes and laws of the World have me standing in front of a closed door, and that pisses me off royally........

This door cannot be opened- it is a closed door. Open doors may be squeaking in a light breeze from here to Fort Fuck, but this son-of-a-bitch door is closed, Jack.

Maybe I can't find my hands, but I'll bang my freakin' head on this thing until Tuesdays are no more....................( I really do think they should switch Tuesday with Thursday, but that's another matter).

Tuesdays still exist...... OMG: DMT molecules are active in the brain.

Some things don't need handles. I thought I needed a hand- but I already had a foot in that door, a sneaky little sandal, Soul's gifted footwear.............

Behind all that closedness, grandma's old white pocketbook, full of silver dimes, washed in the quiet morning sun.

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