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Distant Heart, Distant Mind

Posted on February 9, 2016 by skipavm@gmail.com

If my expressions are not believable, Which of us has the unbelieving mind? You cannot see something clearly, when you look with a distant heart. tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle

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Love’s Jurisprudence (#25wtT)

Posted on February 9, 2016 by skipavm@gmail.com

When two beloveds meet – as the mindful jurisprudence within each commences, Thus begins the disenfranchisement Of a mind that’s fearful of their hearts outcome. tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle

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Who Stays, Who Leaves

Posted on February 9, 2016 by skipavm@gmail.com

So long as we hide within the shadows of our own abode, the heart is never empty, the heart is never full. And so all visitors eventually leave seeking their own light; all the while they missing yours, you missing … Continue reading →

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When I’m Quiet (#25wtT)

Posted on February 8, 2016 by skipavm@gmail.com

There’s no interpreting. Whenever I speak about it, clouds pass between me and the sun. When quiet, I burn slowly, while others run for shade. tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle

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What is “Is”

Posted on February 4, 2016 by skipavm@gmail.com

A most beloved friend and I met a month prior to my writing the passages below  in January of 2013.  Little did I know of Sufism or the Shahadah and little do I know now.  It’s a tad philosophical, in many … Continue reading →

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Amber Love

Posted on February 3, 2016 by skipavm@gmail.com

When first I saw you I saw love, But not as a spellbound boy. I found you Pristine. A sacred temple I could not climb nor enter. You belonged to no one, Though you Are claimed By so many others’ … Continue reading →

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Half Asleep and Half Awake

Posted on January 26, 2016 by skipavm@gmail.com

I relish the now rare states of being held by a half sleep space… where a companion feels no compulsion to move, or even open her eyes. Where our voices connect in languages foreign to the masses who claim to … Continue reading →

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The Purpose of Poetry

Posted on January 26, 2016 by skipavm@gmail.com

Poetry has no purpose. None at all. It seems to be some kind of emission from a busy mind, a broken heart, a clouded memory, a longed for future. It has no purpose because it does not fulfill any of … Continue reading →

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The Stirring

Posted on January 24, 2016 by skipavm@gmail.com

She lifts her face … She says she can touch the sky, So it is she that scatters these clouds abandoned in a long-ago last goodbye. There’s a story by Pasternak, “He let go of my hand,” Tanya says with … Continue reading →

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The Sound of Distance (#25wtT)

Posted on January 24, 2016 by skipavm@gmail.com

Some sounds I hear Through your silence You’re listening And I am waiting Until you echo. Then you see my point And I hear music. tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle

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