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I wobble, sail, simmer under the sun and swing in the park
watching human flowers of the earth bloom alongside tender grass
a lime bursting
cascaron agrio I bite
where is the mescal
and motown at 2:00 am
It's in the silence.
The gestures.
The eyes. The crinkle of a smile.
The tempered breath.

It's in the silence.
Where love gives birth.

It's easiest in the silence.
Raw and pure.
With more life behind us than ahead,
as we age, though our futures dim,
our memories brighten each day
that remains.
Life is a colorful illustrated
album, each page a sustaining
memory.
You can lead a fool to reason,
but you cannot make him think.
It seems this is where
we find ourselves these
days, or has it always
been that way for we
silly over complicated
humans?
Wisdom is knowing what you need
and what you don't need without
doubt or regret, with no requirement
to apologize to anyone for this hard
earned understanding with yourself.
Living only to please others
can become an overwhelming
burden, cherish those you love
with commitment and passion,
but do not make it a sacrifice of
your own soul. We all have only
one life to live.
I, too am a happy temporary
stem with hands and legs
close to the ground with petals reaching
towards the sun
 Mar 2022 Christian Bixler
Marie
soul eater,
you make me wonder
what is the shelf-life
of good intentions?
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