Miracles

When you don’t take the miracles of life for granted you are granted all the miracles of life ~ Peter Kuhn

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Friends and Flowers

People are like flowers. When you throw a load of crap on them some will grow stronger, others will briefly show their true colors and fade away. ~Peter Kuhn

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Autumn leaves

The Maple tree holds fast
Against the summers grasp
Her leaves
Become her modesty.

In hues of red and gold
In Autumn she’s disrobed
In nakedness
We see her honesty.

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Spirit to spirit

I was gifted a bottle of scotch from a wonderful man in my life, it is Johnnie Walker Red Label and he said it was probably fairly old. After doing some research I have narrowed it down to between the years of 1985 and 1992. Yes, I cracked it open tonight on my front patio and am enjoying a glass right now! It is smooth, very smooth; no bite nor burn to be found here!
Life is like a good glass of scotch. We should mellow a bit with age but still be incendiary enough that when thrown on a fire we show what we are made of!!!

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Between the Earth and the Moon

Somewhere
Between the Earth and the moon
Lies my dreams.
Slightly out of touch
But ever
In sight.

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Nature Walk

To walk the untamed wilderness
Lends balance to my soul,
It fills my heart with reverence
It lost in mortal goals.

The silence of a footfall
Invisible to trace,
Allows my disappearance
From life’s unyielding race.

It grounds me as I stumble
My footing never sure,
Each day a new adventure
Of life and nothing more.

To walk the untamed wilderness
Lends balance to my soul,
It fills my heart with reverence
Annoints me, makes me whole!

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Death and Re-birth

I wander o’er
Outside my door
To April’s yawnful gape.
Subjected to
A past I knew,
The winds of tempt and fate.
And nothing’s changed,
And nothing’s new,
Despite my great desire.
Arrange thyself
Upon the shelf
Of life’s funeral pyre.

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