(another) liberation

everything just is

instead of just isn’t

my heart is sighing

the day after a storm —

is damp and fresh in my lungs
and the mountains seem infinite,
rearranging the skyline with new peaks

lurker clouds go northwest in lazy herds
the world is colder but,

the world,
has come alive

i am leaking anger, so leave behind empty space
for the truth to settle down into

is nice.

much love,


This entry was published on November 9, 2012 at 12:42 pm. It’s filed under creative conversation, emotions and stuff, happy heart, happy life, head trips, honest conversation, nature babbles, photography, poetry, rambles and writing, silly things, words, writing and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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