yoga artist

what is she thinking
this child of mind
painting the world
or time

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my heart kissed with lips
from someone masquerading
as my forever

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Spring!
A nameless hill
in the haze.

Matsuo Bashō

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Moon's tender light
is stalking the shadows
stars wink behind clouds
in eternal delight
my poet heart awakens

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Under where? She asks. Under there I say. We then seek that which is eternally elusive

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Balance without sacrifice is impossible. It's not possible.

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The morning after, the pale remains, remain. The sun rises on a different day.#micropoetry

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LOVE INK; THE WAY IT STICKS FOREVER,
bleeding from my broken pen.

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Those little bits of brokenness
Unspoken thoughts
And a tattered edge.

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we are
sinners saviors
love & haters
lost found desolate and divine.

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Each time I feel
the presence of my angel
a sip of divine
fills my poor thirsty heart
~

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art
an ally
.
(whenever, I)

a detail from my "shaman" / http://t.co/cISvVgtJmN

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She comes in colours
But bleeds
Blue

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loneliness / forgotten a thing I find / in solitude http://t.co/irZMohBD

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