My heart is now a meteor by Debbie Carrier

My heart is now a Meteor Launched into the volition of a nights sky Like a rainbow painted across a sunset desert, after rain Wearing tube socks It’s departure unannounced It’s freedom banner waving, in its sailing It jetties across the blowing clouds The starlit backdrop And even angel voices say It’s a miracle. I…

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Altruisim..  by Caroline Jamieson

Hmmm Tried to save a hedgehog Brought it inside Laid it on the table Got the tweezers Proceeded to pull out the maggots It all got too yuck Half its little nose Gone eaten Poor little hog Worse though I couldnt kill it It had to wait to go to Vet To be put to…

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Altruism. By Laura Merritt

I have been fortunate in the past. Recieving benefit from the selfless acts and kindness of others. Helped from a muddy hillside of a lake where I had parked my truck. Had it not been for him. Mr. Homer Light. My truck would have sank out of sight. Then Mary Friend, I swear the names…

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A Lone Star By Kristi Kirby

A lone star Deep In the heart of Texas A woman weeps Many in fact No hate in my state Back to the Stone Ages So much disbelief Grief A different kind of Night What happened to a woman’s Right This yellow rose holds Her heart Tonight No no no This must go No no…

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A Chateau by Kristi Kirby

A garden grows On love acres Springing from the labor With such a grand view Pearls fill this Chateau Creating this new show On this country road Mind is above matter Make smiles Wherever we go A source fuels us It comes alive In the center A chamber holds this Light A heart mind So…

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Shall We by Jen Curry

Shall we know each other? through, the veils of time and space, through, conditions and causes, through ever changing impermanence, through loving energy running through our veins, through the mind that projects duality and rest in equanimity. through the experience of flesh, and releasing desire. Through dropping separation and realizing singularity, through knowing our hearts…

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Just Out Of Reach by Beth Haist

Daybreak was 2 hours ago. My life is heavily redacted Don’t worry about the blanks Really , Why do we need this visceral undertaking anyway? This excavation of self: Presumptuous and certainly pompous Already Airborne, Floating colorfully Just out-of-reach.

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