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Relax, relief, Steve, a short one, I do believe, is coming down the turnpike, a simple thought kernel that occurs me to each morning, and then gets swept out to the sea, via the sound’s currents them, a reality check on weather.com, an internet a daily compilation of mispredictions, guesses and disconnectedness to our reality… that we yet must read first, always & nonetheless… so, here it is, a golden buttered kernel, that flys past my poem seeking radar so fast that, it has escaped for now nearly sixteen years… this spring chicken, lies besides his woman, who wakes traditionally secondarily, and she sleep best then, shedding the dreams that come unwonted, the review and recap of life’s tumult…and finally gets the deep sleep that recharges our cells with restorative justice… as she sleeps, her face sheds, a morning miracle, deep at ease, she breathes soft, clean and clear, silently and a m a z i n g l y, every line on her face eases, disappears, and her skin, smooth, tight, and I’m face flushed, by guilt for never telling her, and that guilt that has not been yet here recorded, and yet… a reminder that a first poem of the day (a FPOTD), like morning *** starts a human off right, clears forehead, like smooth writing, fresh oven baked, blue lines on paper, begging, asking for fufillment and satisfaction, that has no competition, for it is, unique, that the first deep breath of a day, when you take in all that surrounds, and observe close the minor miracles, all an addition, that gives our body, the reasons to wake up, with wet eyes, and just… a thin, curly, half grin, hall (half+all✅) whimsy smile… natty 6:34am Sat Jul 20 (and this one flies out the window, past the oak trees, to the water and the wind grabs by its lettered bones and is sending it out to Iowa, Travese City Michigan, Missouri, Oregon and the great  Northwest Pacific over the Pacific, to the Philippines, India,  New Zealand, Israel, Europe, the UK as in You Know) and back past Lady Liberty in the New York Harbor, along the Long Island shoreline, to a little house on a little island, where it recenters my body, asking why oh why, no way, natty, have you not offered me my first coffee of the day, (MFCOTD) yet, all this traveling, loving and thinking is so very tiring… java, por favor señor!)
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Jul 20, 2024
Jul 20, 2024 at 6:57 AM UTC
morning miracles
Relax, relief, Steve, a short one, I do believe, is coming down the turnpike, a simple thought kernel that occurs me to each morning, and then gets swept out to the sea, via the sound’s currents them, a reality check on weather.com, an internet a daily compilation of mispredictions, guesses and disconnectedness to our reality… that we yet must read first, always & nonetheless… so, here it is, a golden buttered kernel, that flys past my poem seeking radar so fast that, it has escaped for now nearly sixteen years… this spring chicken, lies besides his woman, who wakes traditionally secondarily, and she sleep best then, shedding the dreams that come unwonted, the review and recap of life’s tumult…and finally gets the deep sleep that recharges our cells with restorative justice… as she sleeps, her face sheds, a morning miracle, deep at ease, she breathes soft, clean and clear, silently and a m a z i n g l y, every line on her face eases, disappears, and her skin, smooth, tight, and I’m face flushed, by guilt for never telling her, and that guilt that has not been yet here recorded, and yet… a reminder that a first poem of the day (a FPOTD), like morning *** starts a human off right, clears forehead, like smooth writing, fresh oven baked, blue lines on paper, begging, asking for fufillment and satisfaction, that has no competition, for it is, unique, that the first deep breath of a day, when you take in all that surrounds, and observe close the minor miracles, all an addition, that gives our body, the reasons to wake up, with wet eyes, and just… a thin, curly, half grin, hall (half+all✅) whimsy smile… natty 6:34am Sat Jul 20 (and this one flies out the window, past the oak trees, to the water and the wind grabs by its lettered bones and is sending it out to Iowa, Travese City Michigan, Missouri, Oregon and the great  Northwest Pacific over the Pacific, to the Philippines, India,  New Zealand, Israel, Europe, the UK as in You Know) and back past Lady Liberty in the New York Harbor, along the Long Island shoreline, to a little house on a little island, where it recenters my body, asking why oh why, no way, natty, have you not offered me my first coffee of the day, (MFCOTD) yet, all this traveling, loving and thinking is so very tiring… java, por favor señor!)
Traditionally, Jews recite three blessings when they wake up: Modeh Ani: A short prayer that expresses gratitude and thanks God for returning the soul to the body after sleep Elohai Neshama: A blessing that thanks God for one's soul Netilat Yadayim: A blessing that relates to washing hands, which is a symbolic way to remove spiritual impurity
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99/M/NYC/Lippstadt/Kraków
Jul 20, 2024
Jul 20, 2024 at 6:57 AM UTC
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