Maya
The world has lost a tuneless melody
the whisper on the wind
the bird who flies without sight
because he’s guided from within.
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Pausing By The Wine
When the man who works the wine section pauses in his tracks to make sure you’ve found everything you “really need…are you sure?”
I Am Who I Am Because I Am
I Am The Waves In The Ocean And The Roots Of The Trees. I am Wind and Thunder and Rain.
Thinking
“Attention Universe!”
[Clears throat nervously. Fiddles with tie] “I would like to announce that today. At exactly this hour—whatever hour it is that you are reading this—is my mother’s….Birthday!
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