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Is it me whom you write to tonight? (A Poem)

I watch lovers from afar And I wonder where you are If I’ll ever see those wishes come true. I feel the sweetness of her lips The soft caress of fingertips It’s in heaven that […]

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The Wonderful Unfolding

Surrender is not allowing things to happen to you. It is in the allowing of things to happen for you. Surrender is a wonderful unfolding. It’s the active participation in allowing. It is the silence of an active […]

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Red

The world was once bland, a palette of 50 shades of black coupled with 50 shades of white giving birth to 50 shades of grey. There, I lived my life, never quite realizing the blandness of it all, never understanding the beauty of what could be, until one day it happened.

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The First Butterfly (A Story of fearless transformation for children and adults alike)

Carly Caterpillar was a curious and gentle soul who lived a long time ago in the Piney Forest, near the Big Pine Tree. Others told her that her desire to climb the Big Pine Tree was crazy, and that she should stay with her feet planted firmly on the ground.

She listened to them, and stifled her desires to touch the sky.

That was, until one day…

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I am Scared, but I am Ready

I have thrown all caution to the wind, and I’ve jumped. Completely and without hesitation, I’ve leaped into the arms of the unknown, waiting patiently for her embrace and the soft winds to take my wings to flight.

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To My Ocean Home

I’m coming, my love. I’m coming. Remember when I used to ask you questions, and peace was your reply? I’d feel the sense of emptiness, and you’d fill the void with peace. I’d utter syllables […]

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Through the Fire I Came (A Final Ode to Mom)

I know your life wasn’t easy, and the choices you made were hard. I know that you were tortured, misled, misguided and hurt in many, many ways. I know you were not perfect in the eyes of others, and in that, we have much in common. Such things seem all-too-hereditary.

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Goodbye, Dear Mother

Now, as I sit in my writing chair with tears streaming down my face, I understand that I have always loved you. While distance was the best choice for us in this existence, we were always close.

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