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I walk upon the flames of my regrets
Rip up the roots of consciousness
from the darkened depths

Someday when and where the river
kisses the sea
When all the stars choose to fall
And there is no longer a gift from the sun
Then I will let leaf
 Sep 2019 Yitkbel
Karen Lang
For Us
 Sep 2019 Yitkbel
Karen Lang
For us to learn
We must let go of our need to be right
For us to let go of our busyness
We must learn to become still
For us to learn our truth
We must surrender our control
For us to heal
We must admit we are sick
For us to live fully
We must accept that we will die
I wrote this during the grief of our 9 year old son's death. It's from my book COURAGE.  Grief has taught me so much about life.  Grief revealed a truth that I did not see until I faced death.
 Sep 2019 Yitkbel
Poetic T
One is never weakest
     when they think they  

have fallen.

But one must show that
every footstep  is a motion
                 to rise.


Proving  that no matter
the steps we fall down.


There are always fresh ones
                untrodden,

that will let us climb higher


            than before.
 Sep 2019 Yitkbel
Lawrence Hall
I don’t want to take the pulse of the American people

                                                 Only yours
Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is: Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com

It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.

Lawrence Hall’s vanity publications are available on amazon.com as Kindle and on bits of dead tree:  THE ROAD TO MAGDALENA, PALEO-HIPPIES AT WORK AND PLAY, LADY WITH A DEAD TURTLE, DON’T FORGET YOUR SHOES AND GRAPES, COFFEE AND A DEAD ALLIGATOR TO GO, and DISPATCHES FROM THE COLONIAL OFFICE.
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