Soaring to heaven
he dreams of breaking light speed~
never night flying
he dreams of breaking light speed~
never night flying
January 15th
One year ago today I began to eat differently. It is called the Ketogenic diet and the information is out there for free ...
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Wednesday, December 8, 2004 The best early Present I have ever received: (A letter from my mom in e-mail box today) (yes, this is me.) ...
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Thursday, September 9, 2004 Transition still feels out of sync no matter how much sense it makes. Sometimes other people can nail our own fe...
Soaring is a solo piano concert, romantic and simplistic. Join me with the soft invisible music.
ReplyDeleteThe scent of old love still sometimes catches me off guard, there are boxes that may never get unpacked. They linger in on shelves in my heart ~ we have unspoken agreement to politely walk around them.
ReplyDeleteHugs,
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Wonderful haiku & presentation.
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Lovely!
ReplyDeleteThe first synapse that fired in my brain took me to the Daedalus legend. Brilliant.
Nice blog, btw.
Oh, Jonathan (Livingston Seagull, that is), I remember you well.
ReplyDeleteIn less than a blink
ReplyDeletethoughts arrived on time
pulsing sublime.
You explode the senses.
Lovely as it eveokes power.
Spencer, sending you blessings.
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To: CKayS1967
Sent: Sun, 4 Dec 2005 5:15:27 PM Eastern Standard Time
Subject: Dedicated to Christina
In Less Than A Blink
She steps out for all to see
raises her arms to the sky
as she reaches with her heart
all enhale and breathe a sigh
None could tell her desire
just watched in stoic view
Stretching, reaching to heaven
to form an angelic hue.
The heavens spoke a word
no one else could tell the way.
When she turned with her smile
I knew it was that special day.
All round knew a miracle
was near at their hand
that something marvelous
happened and was so grand.
In less than a whole blink
thoughts arrived on time
seeing the tranformation
all else, simply sublime.
Speak, dear angelic soul
tell the world you lost the pain
how from your mountain top
you danced and twirled again.
Now you write of the joy
to all those wallowing in angst.
I read you like a student
and offer worship and thanks.
Del Cano 2005 Dec
In less than a blink
thoughts arrived on time
pulsing sublime.
The above words I left as a comment came from this poem.
I saw you healed.
I love your new home for "Word Dancing"
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