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Neen and Grampa, Love You Always

Neen and Grampa, Love You Always

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Angel Robin

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MANY of these photos are courtesy of my SoulMate, my Beloved Eternal, Robin Taylor.

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Friday, November 15, 2013

leaves and other notitas, fragments, and always, always Love

Peace, Love, and Poetry ...

**these are all fragments from various pieces in the works

(posted part of this on Twitter)

...sparrows' Music inside trees, whose giant shadows wave my child across new Morning's street,
those guiding hands, shuffling leaves, crunching beneath freedom's feet

Please breathe for us a newborn treat, where children simply love the Morn,
where dawn shows Earth's allover green;
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***This one, below, illustrates two different attempts to decode the messages...***

a maple maze, to my astonished ears, sang soft a song to me;
"Enter," she beckoned, "ride astride my secret veins; now listen - sshhh..."
I lept upon her smokey Autumn Beast
in search of tiny me;
(please imagine not that I have left you; I merely desire the secret Seas
to Gift me .....more to come, i hope


and
  
leafy maple beckoned me to visit, ride her veins to see
she feeds the
the steaming Storm, torn empty pockets, bloated babies all have passed;
bullets bounce back into toy machines - they hold no meaning Here:
crimson Luna smiled, you see, her huge moist eyes sang dreams into the warriors, ancient mothers, all;
born to fight, they entered through a door we cannot always see
they dropped four feathers from the mountains: east north west and southerly,
a fresh libation slaked Night's thirst;

land awoke, full-flowered -

children drank Her wine;

Her glorious eyes could close to rest,
no more to pine for tiny stomachs' empty wails...
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crow dance (extremely unfinished)

...Crows' engaged me in to trance amongst their black party;
I gleaned their Beauty long ago,
understood their steeled bodies,
their color  -   meant the world to me...

...their darkened colours' Gift is a talisman to protect the babies,
but wee ones must never be dressed in black. 

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 November 15, 2013   (for Alessandra Bevier-Thiem)

West of la Luna, where our Majestic Energy maneuvers herself into CloudSongs, soars them to high, ecstatic, operatic flight into Mountains... the ricochet resembles electric, iridescent rainbows of pure, ecstatic Sound, Light,and, of course, Heart. We all love beneath Her eyes; the same Moon lights our own Eyes. A Gift we can receive, all of us, is the fearlessness we may allow ourselves to drop into nowhere, thus providing us greater abilities to See