my gut tightens from a sound
angry voices rise outside
peering out the peep hole
giving space to work things out
i’ll check for my mail later
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sensing something’s wrong
is the start to make it right
all are welcome here
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muscles in the jaw
set our teeth for war in cars
throw away the clock
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corners of my eyes
wabi sabi wrinkles
I’m folding into me
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all i see is good
always has it been –
just just –
twinkle berry
flower cactus
solo cat
its time for tea
again
most warmly served in the grotto beneath the pines… berry tea in acorn mugs (for the mighty heart). it’s the wu wei, love. 🙂
there’s a clue in words that are fun to say, in the rounding of mugs shaped just for our palms, for the way we meet in this tree cave — you reveal!
wei wu wei, huh? ❤
“corners of my eyes, wabi sabi wrinkles, I’m folding into me”
I don’t usually like quoting back an author’s words in comments, though I just wanted to say how wonderful I thought those were. H ❤
Sending you a smile full of authentically happy laugh lines. xo! m
convincing testimonial
for soothing
hot beverages, marga 🙂
There seems to be no limit
to the filling of the cup 🙂
I heard tell of rain
did you get some?
an inch here in ncal
enough for tea
for two or three!
more is welcome
for you and me 🙂