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Blogger blogging near Seattle
I watch a hummingbird
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p style=”font-family:"”>And wonder about time
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p style=”font-family:"”>Are we only allowed
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p style=”font-family:"”>A specific number
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p style=”font-family:"”>Of heartbeats?
Compassion and grace
Linked together as they loop
Spring’s birds appearing
Sunlight’s holding back
Eastern mountains soon will glow
As this day begins
Please see your beauty
Grace flowing fast from your soul
With the snow falling
A song in emptiness
So beautiful
Demanding a response
Tones bouncing
Stars flicker forth
Atoms, elements born
Motion, energy,
Life
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As youth I chose
To deeply explore music
Each word critical
Music is critical to me. For my teenage years, I focused my study there. Well, as best as I could focus at that age. Music means so very much to me. Understanding the way lyrics, melody and harmony intersect for the good of the story carried great value.
I seek to recapture that. Spent some time this morning enjoying it again. Until life’s demands intruded. Soon, I’ll return. These delights critical to my soul.
I’m nearby
This place she lived
LIVED!
So very long ago
In this early morn
With wind moving
Trees
Her voice whispers
Love songs to this
Child
Astral projection
Moves across the universe
Yet our rain still falls
Whipped this out while experimenting in Illustrator today.