three hundred and sixty degrees: ‘make believe…’
Never Ending Story ~ Limahl faerytales begin as we began :: once ~ ( upon a time ) ~ climbing t o g e t h e r by incremental … Continue reading
three hundred and fifty nine degrees: ‘in daylights, in sunsets…’
Seasons of Love (from Rent) ~ Jonathan Larson so fast moments pass life rushing by ~ we begin without knowing ~ the way ~ orientated by intention ~ ( still … Continue reading
three hundred and fifty eight degrees: ‘script another show…’
Bear ~ The Antlers counting down toward completion ~ knowing : ~ this end is like ( a little ) ~ death * And if this isn’t all a dream…
three hundred and fifty seven degrees: ‘a little bit of sunshine…’
The Shinning ~ Badly Drawn Boy vernal equinox celebrates fields full ~ of bright ( c o l o u r s ) ~ blooming w i l d ( … Continue reading
three hundred and fifty six degrees: ‘waiting for the lightning…’
Bandstand In The Sky ~ Pete Yorn though ~ it may feel bleak and empty as mid-winter ~ ( now ) ~ remember : ~ to keep ( l o … Continue reading
eighty one degrees: ‘everything is just light…’
They Stood Up For Love ~ Live Nothing to seek, simply stop. Be, still. Go into, your heart. And see. Everything you, yearn for. Is there. Open, the door. Share, … Continue reading
eighty degrees: ‘an undivided love…’
Come Healing ~ Leonard Cohen Present, kinship. Bright, heart exploding awe. And joy. At life’s little, wonders. Miracles, and magic. Limitless light, “suchness” of love. Wisdom, manifests. Divine spark, recognition. … Continue reading
seventy nine degrees: ‘talk about big love…’
VCR ~ The XX Another picture, postcard oak. Tree in Stanford. On fire, molten wax. Like christmas, carols. Best gift, ever. Baby brother, meant to leave. Tomorrow. News today, holiday … Continue reading
seventy eight degrees: ‘with the displacement of time…’
2 Bodies 1 Heart ~ Noah and The Whale Each soul, a beating drum. Spirit river, of blood. Chlorophyll, or plasma. Vital energy, animates us. All. Even though, within our … Continue reading
seventy seven degrees: ‘in a sky this blue…’
Ragged Words ~ Ben Weaver In the meadow, wandering. Unfamiliar, to this field. Usually flocked, by sheep. Or birds. But mostly, cats. Still, sultry skies. Dusty blue, pastel smudged. By … Continue reading
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