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..and joy,
which wells-up
within my throat from someplace
near my stomach, (though indefinably deeper)--
comes round again and again in all dif'rent ways
every day
( i say )
yes each of these days,
in making choices to progress some
and to leave some behind - (younger though older youve become);
still weighing it:
my trees my rivers my new morning air/
my hills my families my new morning eyes..
what is to come is to be determined
but til then,i know there is a
melody in that well of gladness
i feel it i know it true i earnestly sift my hearts proper words
(..been honestly missing the pure heaviness of holiness....that golden heavy quiet)
--however it looks,
it will be a Good new morning.
the world is a tangled place to be.
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| "oh world you got nothin on me now......"
lighted winter days. nights for coats.
i am thankful for the people that make me glad
and make me want to praise and learn and venture
and speak languages because, orbis terrarum est pusillus
and love the ones i dont get along with along the way
and make art and make films and build bicycles
i am thankful for provision via dumpster diving
i am thankful i can work and can pay off debt
and that this debt will soon disappear quickly as it came,
leaving room for adventures and moving north
God is good and cares for my every worry as they grow
and boy ive got a mad case of spring fever
the cherry and plum trees are blooming flowers
white pink tiny green
on cold brown branches
new things are coming and i mean it when i say it
ive been saying it and been meaning it
and i still want jubilee
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.........good things are happening. train de vie!
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i have pants that need a patch mended
two bags of clothing and belt buckles sit in my room
maybe ill sell them to turn a few dollars, for car fuel
last night i dreamt about a motel i saw in kentucky
guitar wont keep tuned
got a new dress
driving south today...ventura..orange county..
daily breaks of silence
tomorrow is my birthday
ill be on a mountain in the mojave desert
with folks i love very much
in the rush of things the past few months,
i forgot why i like to paint
but i remember why i like to write
and there is ink on my hands again
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| i need to be more careful with what i say.
and what i do.
and where i go.
i need to get back to the root which draws Living Water..
i need to give up some things, that i really dont want to give up.
real good days, just real hard times.
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