Daily Archives: June 17, 2014

What is Not Reveals What Is

Posted on June 17, 2014 by skipavm@gmail.com

Who we are not, weathers through timebe it by water, wind, will or wine.Gazing into the talus of our becomingAmidst the course, drifts the fine.Our purpose is to bear the breezeWith lips to cup, till weakened kneesBesotted within a life betweenPre-eternal, … Continue reading →

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Life as we [don’t] know it

Posted on June 17, 2014 by skipavm@gmail.com

Oh, Beloved, since finding me, you have ruined my life and enlivened my death. What more can one offer in gratitude and remembrance. This duality confounds me. You are not my opposite, Nor I yours. The closest I can come … Continue reading →

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It is

Posted on June 17, 2014 by skipavm@gmail.com

It is our silence He hears.It is our thirst that drinks.The heart pumps harder, when we bleed.It is the lightness of absence that moves the tides of company.It is the vast emptinessin which the enormity of the beloveddiscloses. tis nothing … Continue reading →

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Kun Fa’yakun

Posted on June 17, 2014 by skipavm@gmail.com

This love is going to kill me, Each remembered kiss a slice to my heart, drawing rivers of words, to exsanguinate on pages upon pages of never-ending, ending. Love bleeds like a sorrowful spring and yet I keep defending, defending. … Continue reading →

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Whispering

Posted on June 17, 2014 by skipavm@gmail.com

I have discovered that God whispers  among those who proudly proclaim love. The latter takes us for loves fool  but I take the whisperer  as a lover.  Just whisper. tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle

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Grandfather

Posted on June 17, 2014 by skipavm@gmail.com

his skin looked like tree bark…  and he died on the outside.  but inside, he was still a tree.  a big wise tree. tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle

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those who give

Posted on June 17, 2014 by skipavm@gmail.com

Those who give, travel within the deep hull of the given… this exchange builds a seaworthy vessel The way your ship lists is a lullaby. tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle

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