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invisible bells ringing in silence toes tapping to absent rhythms © 2024 Day 11 NaPoWriMo
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perception of reality is as much social as personal. what does it take for a thing to be convincing? qualia are part of it. sensory input: visuals, movement, air currents, scents, tastes, sounds. meaningless without intentionality, meaningless without evaluation and confirmation. why do psychotics disturb us? because they see things, taste things, hear things that…
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being human has no boundaries except those self-imposed. nothing more enriching than attaining self-knowledge. living creatively demands mysterious powers that lay dormant within. deep within thorny forests of questions about life and the universe, liquidating taboos,, daring to embrace the unusual, the strange, the quirky, the bizarre, is the wellspring of creativity. surrendering to social…
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broken wings.satisfied wolflicking burnished teeth.eyes glisten with griefblood and bones remain. © 2024
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blossoms flutter on ancient tree, still capable of bearing fruit black bird fully formed, takes flight. some paths more hazardous than others. select a wrong one, and destination grows farther with each wing beat. each detour, each obstacle, an opportunity. the Quest its own reward. some words old, significance forgotten. bits added to bits over…
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bolting storm. night defined by flashes of insight. truth seems capricious. is it something else to honeybee or coyote? fulfilling, foreboding or light in flight, like fairies dusting blue sky. fact becomes fiction, fantasy masquerades as thundering reality. beneath gray clouds, realities fade silently screaming. unbidden truths capriciously lying in wait. © 2024
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cool water trickles over ferrous rock, tasting of blood. bones glistening reflecting light beams, moonbeams, laser-beams. cavern doorway gleams, leonine, canine, whiskers alert to medicinal breeze. esoteric incense wafting beyond mystical pink horizon. boughs swaying, ebbing like oceanic flow, lunar tides. quick feline movement. forest fox dances from light to shadow. pausing. sentient. pondering big…
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it is not by chance you are reading this. words come into our lives when we’re prepared to understand whoever comes into our life is the right person people interacting with us, are there to help us learn. whatever happens is the only thing that could happen. every situation is perfect, even if mind and…
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the rocking chair, the old one on the south porch, rocks. moving rhythmically back and forth empowered by an unseen being. ghost? an apache warrior who died in battle, a spanish explorer claiming new territory, portuguese priest saving souls, Scottish settler taming the land, italian farmer planting seed, or is it just the wind? ©…
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waking up, ordinary waking that occurred this morning to you and me, is a paradox. we cannot will it to happen, but it happens anyway. © 2024
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