I like the subtlety that old words bring about. Soft pulses . . . quiet heartbeats rather than loud and vivid sparks. Sometimes my memory isn't in the mood to remember the obvious, huge gestures...the milestone events. Sometimes it's the tiniest most insignificant thing that makes me really stop and smile. Go someplace quiet in myself , sit , and remember .

Warm green tea on the first day of spring ~~
Sunlight tumbling through the window .
. The moment when you see a smile before it happens,
that tiny lifting of a corner and deepening of the eyes...
A hummingbird - stopped for an ounce of a second - right before your eyes
. . What seemed like an eternity . . .
. . .
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i found the following poem i wrote 2 years ago & immediately, little corners started lifting up somewhere deep inside me ... somewhere deep inside me, something smiled.
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July 1, 2008 ~ *
"one & all"
i once knew a man with a song in his heart
his words would shake the trees and twinkles lived in the shadows of his azure eyes
i once knew a girl with a heart like the sea
she wore the moon in her hair and the wind would wrap itself around her shoulders
he was beautiful.
she was beautiful.
they were one & all at the same time.
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