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you laugh with brother while you sit on a plain old desk chair because the sofas are still in storage. somehow this night feels fine and although the pollen swirls and makes your eyes water you have a such a sensation that everything after all will end up fine
I will listen attentively as you knock on my door to propose a walk on a rainy day in sneakers and a light windbreaker. Heart, I will walk even if you take me through the mud.And if you can slow your pace and let me sit to look at the droplets collect on a common dandelion in my soaked hair & the wrong attire, then I promise you I will slug it out with you, my heart.
often times we abandon our heart sometimes for the comfort of others, for the safety and not risk, or because we yet do not trust our heart. But we should come back to our hearts and cultivate a compassion strong for our selves, trust ourselves and our heart. Maybe the lesson to learn is a hard one that requires pain for growth but if we abandon the heart then we never do grow.
Coriander on a small rotating counter rack
    Left foot first with a smile
         Unless there is a fire in which case get the
Emergency fire extinguisher and try to put the
Simmering fire of such a young girl's
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I have taken all parts you have given:
your small brown feet and your mastery of words, the way you danced and the way you fed those you loved, adding salt to the molcajete, adding prayer to the skies: I practice every day, come good, come bad. come a revolt of words: i show my face
There is one green mat by the window
my brother, my mother and I use it

Behind it is a window with a old red pine
i watch its needles under the evening light

each of us arriving on the rubber surface for a need to stretch the body and the heart
Your world is as wide as eternity, looping over and over again. The constellations keep birthing light, and all things are bursting, brimming: all bears life. How do you tell them this?
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i knew the wind blew too strong
in your direction, that it took and kept
taking from you, i did not want to pry

i knew the worst boiled different
from the last and this one bent
your vision, and blew out your lamp

in you i knew, there was a soft hand
i tried to remember this after each reproach
that there was that friend, that man

i loved somewhere in the midst of that night
i knew i couldn't do it right, but i tried
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