Tag Archives: Hidden

THE POWER PUSH OF SPRINGTIME

The springtime rises, ever green– gentle, blooming, beautiful incomparably powerful a world that lay in dormant rest shoots up again to muddy-lush, to make it seem as if all life would ever move this strong and up and flowerful. . … Continue reading

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PEOPLE MAKING SENSE

People. Making sense. Making nonsense. Making sense out of nonsense. Nonsense out of sense. Nonsense out of nonsense. . . and when we’re really really lucky, at our best, we’re making sense out of somewhere hidden sense. When we make … Continue reading

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