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to read
to listen
to write
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three steps
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to be
to live
to die
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Aug16
Three Steps
Tag Archives: awareness
Aug9
Stop To Receive
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waiting for me to stop
to jump on me
poetry leans inside
a fountain
I can drink from it
when I stop
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Aug9
Stop To Receive
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waiting for me to stop
to jump on me
poetry leans inside
a fountain
I can drink from it
when I stop
.
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Jun29
The Revelation Of Presence
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I quiver as the sun
comes back out
from behind the trees
.
I remember being
fifteen drenched in
too many questions
.
boiling over in the
heat of the sunshine
evaporating upward
.
leaving
.
room for silence
to fill each single
gap each crevice
.
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Jun22
The Sea From Afar
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what I miss
is the time moving
slowly creating a still
silence inside
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watching the clouds
surf slowly and the grass
grow tall when the rain
is done
.
walking uphill
seeing the sea from
afar holding its smell
on my skin
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my time immersed
in beauty my time
my days my habits
I hold nothing
.
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This poem is from the collection California Notebooks 01 available on Amazon if you are interested in purchasing your own copy for your own library shelves.
Apr21
In The Middle
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to find the way
to that hiding place
right inside me
and right in the middle
build a nest
where to cuddle where
to sing to rest
inside of me the eternal
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Jan6
Blossom In Presence
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it is so
that every morning
I go about pressing the foot
on the same path that’s how
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habits are formed good ones
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I have learned in between
.
steps to make treasure of
observation new revelations
as they come blossom
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in presence
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This is the first poem posted in 2021 with my wish to you that you will blossom in presence in all of your beauty.
~ Also, tomorrow is my birthday and I wish to myself the good habit to be present and grateful every day that is given to me.
This poem is part of the poetry collection California Notebooks that can be bought on Amazon with a special discount.
Enjoy reading poetry, enjoy basking in its beauty, there is still much we can be grateful for…
Dec29
Beauty Lingering
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it’s an afterward
moving
this of giving poetry
a way
to talk about the beauty
lingering
unseen
sensitivity shining
bright
in our darker days
when we
think there’s little
to be seen
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Poem from the second volume of the book California Notebooks 02. If you wish to gift yourself, or someone else, a discounted copy click here. I would love to find a review from you. Best Wishes!
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Aug11
The Stroll
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hearing steps
of life carried out
gasping one day
they will be no more
times rolls away
my finger fail to
halt it to stillness
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Mar17
Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep…
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it is right by the side
of the road the Cathedral
In The Pines Cemetery
as if you could just roll
off the side of the road
dead and ready to lay
where there are no fences
but some more noise to
endure or is it a reminder
when the sun hides
at sunset behind red
blood colored clouds
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Mar15
I miei passi – Un volo oltre
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se comprendo
che ripercorri
i miei passi
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non posso ignorare
il respiro che esce
poco alla volta
.
trattenuto dopo
un tempo buio
separazioni
.
boschi attraversati
sulle ginocchia
per vedere meglio
.
il fondo che non
è mare limpido
cielo capovolto
.
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Poesia tratta da Un volo oltre, 2013.
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Mar3
Give Shapes To Music
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my favorite occupation
has been that of
listening to silence
to give shapes
to music singing
with my hands
on top of the colors
that lay already there
to tiptoe in-love
slowing down
my responses
to evade darkness
into the beauty held
inside as the harmony
viable all around
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Poem from California Notebooks 01
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Feb18
Eyes Wide Open
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we are here
softly abandoned
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glaring at the shadow of
an airplane on the ground
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one of those luminous day
where every detail is out
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for count and thanksgiving
following a time dark as
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the night upon which we
both struggled with
.
eyes wide open to
no avail in fear
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Dec17
Morning
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I do not comb my hair
messed up by sleep nor
my thoughts tangled
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I don’t follow others’ words
my dreams hold me down
I stumble among slow steps
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Nov13
The Birds Trills
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just before
I breathed in I was
breathing out
I run to this
place to be with you
you seem aloof
to life or to give
anything out afraid
even to receive
I play with the birds
trills as people rush
home from work
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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02
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