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Pebbles

dreams are not floating things,  light, like air or helium balloons all upward  they are these handfuls of weighted pebbles dropping down, each broken reality tinted with sacrifice falling into the fault lines of our imagination little by little filling up a stable path  to walk on

Human things

  Human Things Like sleep, food, laughter, music, sun, weather, conversation, emotion, relation, annoyance, humor. Time, places, walking, standing, posture, home. Headaches, water, smells, tastes, softness, falling, pain, discomfort. Colors, wind, rainstorms, asphalt, cities, trees, shoes, eyes, people, friends, love. Truth. 

What Wondrous Love is

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  1. Breathless It was  sitting on a park bench, that  first I had the sense of being Contemplated There was a sharp discomfort  in his posture, as he  breathed, and gazed, restless   across the pond, toward the water fountain stricken, by some never-asked-for vision  of a power I was not aware of having  It was  somewhere in the same town,  where overtook me that same awe, of being  arrested   by the inkling of a soul, so blue and deep and shifting, like the sea,  some mystery, unfathomed, drawing inward, by the fact of being beautiful  My father ventured  that the falling bit of love, is to uncover  for an instant, just a corner  of the veil over humanity  whose dazzling explosive worth   outshines by far the stars of every galaxy, expanding into rainbow colored ripples  through the ether     whose depth goes down, below the deepest ocean,  where ...