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a branch snapping in the night

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passages

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reclamation

Small things are gigantic.   A heart on fire in the middle of the ocean.  One lonely tree on a hilltop.  An old couple holding hands at the market.    A clock on the mantle counting down the moments.

I thrive on pretense and assumption, on hope and yearning.  Some corner of meager existence, where things make sense in a small way, and little things are just little things, with a spill or two along the way.

Comfortably weary and restless.  I hear there’s only so much time.  And sometimes everything just has to be slow like snow falling.  And sometimes there is no reason, just an idea.

A concentrated mediocrity.  Boiled down, reduced, reclaimed, returned.  A lifetime isn’t enough.  There’s never enough time or hunger to go all the way round.

But to need a little less.  To let in a little more.  Of the world.  Of you.  So put on your face.  And your dancing shoes.

Life waits for no one.

-loveblushfever

 

Don’t say you don’t have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to Helen Keller, Pasteur, Michaelangelo, Mother Teresa, Leonardo da Vinci, Thomas Jefferson, and Albert Einstein.

H. Jackson Brown Jr

Difficult times have helped me to understand better than before, how infinitely rich and beautiful life is in every way, and that so many things that one goes worrying about are of no importance whatsoever…

Isak Dineson

There is a time for departure even when there’s no certain place to go.

Tennessee Williams

 

565

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conundrum

emerging.  bringing.  recognizing.  adhering.  landscaping.  administering.

life is a conquest of the heart

everything matters

but nothing is dyer

because everything is clear

and well-jointed- and falling off the bone

a labour of love.

conundrum.

loveblushfever

idea #3

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there is no such thing as partial investment

not when it comes to living

you either breath in and out or…

but do it with some noise

with bells on

in full colour

and whistling

while sucking a lemon

all while some bored god or two pulls your hair

handle – one

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handle – one

eyes closed

fingers crossed

leap

of faith

something as obscure

a tide returning

puzzle with too many missing pieces

absences filling up nothing

nothing to bursting

bursting to messy leftovers

a sink of dirty plates and tepid dishwater

objects of other

compare and contrast

non-fatal crisis management in a world of no

glass houses

made up faces

where is the parade?

eyes closed

fingers crossed

flesh be bone that breaks cleanly

not so far to fall

 

-loveblushfever

 

 

why has nothing to do with it

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life

is never a question of why

it must always be how

in what manner

motivated by…

to ask why is to miss the point entirely

-loveblushfever

 

BLUE PLATE SPECIAL

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SMALL THINGS

UNASSUMING

NEITHER LOUD

NOR OBNOXIOUS

HOLD THEIR IMPORTANCE

IN THEIR QUIET

SIMPLICITY

AS IF WAITING

LIKE A SWEET OLD LADY

FOR A BUS THAT WILL NEVER ARRIVE

WINDBLOWN LEAVES

SCUTTLE ACROSS THE STREET

AN UNREHEARSED BALLET

-vietta braunheim

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