Category: Audio
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Oh, Child
A Oh, Child Oh, Child, How you hold your form. Soul of infant stars Ready to go nova. Bud of tree Rooting in familiar soil Infusing wisdom. Hatchling of hope, Fledging of wing, Seeking flight to All. Leaf, spring green, Uncurling for air With perfect fingers. Pure soul, Chaste stream,…
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Sleep Sit
Sleep Sit Fields of rice Beating sun heat Hands for hoes Dry dirt for shoes Meals over fires Water to haul On bent back In a land with no shade Bits of life Carved into the skin as Canyons and dried rivers Crossing each other or Stitches of the days…
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Hanging Yeowtee (A Cat’s Tale as Told by Polly)
Enjoy this playful poem written and spoken in modern Midwest Catese, Polly’s Tale of adventure and danger.
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Pain, The Poet
I’ve been releasing a lot of old pain lately, so suddenly today I wondered what I would write about! Poetry is so healing. Is pain the poet?
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And Then There Was Light
Both Light and Shadow are needed to create and heal. This principle is the spiritual law of polarity. Out of destruction arises creation.
Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver 