Tag: Writing
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Tendrils
Ideas like tendrils spread Sprouting from what seems like nothing Shooting forth Running away But holding on to where they can So they can grow And in essence Become reality
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Over the Hills and Far Away
Far over there, way in the distance, is the Land where Dreams Come True. It’s totally unreachable over the sheer drops, jagged cliffs, frozen lakes and live volcanoes. Absolutely no way through from here. The only way to get there is to dream… or to start creating that land here. Everything begins here anyway, so…
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Seclusion
Solitude. Silently serene with Earthy Scents, falling leaves and wind-hushed rustles. Birdsong by the babbling brook blends rather than distracts. Shadows lengthen as the Sun sets. The forest settles. Seclusion embraces. And imagination grows.
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Through Every Moment
Through turbulence there’s stillness Through time there’s reflection Through distance there’s clarity Through life there’s creation Through confusion there’s thought And through every moment there is a new beginning.
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Midday at the Oasis
Shelter from a white hot Sun Few leaves of green over miles of sand Blue skies overhead Bask in the seclusion of the Hidden Place Feel safe in the cooler shade Escape from the meanness of the surrounding day Regroup Replenish Refresh Always find your Oasis
The Mansionic Perspective 