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  Apr 24 Luca
So enamoured
by the moon
was he...

That he had
disowned the sun

forgotten the stars.

  Apr 21 Luca
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
Luca Apr 19
Because of wound, I learned to be strong...
Because of wound, I learned to be able to forgive...
Because of wound, I learned to love pain and imperfection...
Every pain gives a lesson...
And every lesson change a person...
Whatever comes, let it come...
What stays, let it stay...
What goes, let it go....
  Apr 18 Luca
james nordlund
Feeling with your spirits hands,

see with the eye of your heart,

hear with the ear of your soul,

and know with the body

of life's knowledge,

we can be prayer,

being, forever answered.
Hamlet, the lead character in Shakespeare's play, 'Hamlet' says, '...There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy..."; et tu mon amie.  You're how old and you project the heart doesn't actually feel?  Almost all scientists are marketeers for the corporate structure or it's tools, Gov'ts.  How could some discipline that details it's accuracy not even take into account it's extermination to extinction of it's own species; that would actually be an anti-science.  A box of supposed cereal that's literally forced down the throats of kids by animated advertising on TV, is 80 % sugar, 5 % artificial additives and 10 % white flour, basically poison; it's called business- or is it anti-business instead?  Accuracy has it's place, depending on perceptions and if there's no projections.  "...It's funny how one insect can damage so much grain..." (Thanx to Elton John for their great song's lines, from: 'In Your Empty Garden'), one instant can damage so much Grace, yet, abominable that only 400 years of supposed science has almost destroyed what it took the Evolution 15 billion years to create, the Earth's life; no?  Thanx for all you All do and don't.  Have a good morning   :)   reality
  Apr 17 Luca
Where does the lost go when the new morning comes
the blossom of Sakura that fell as confetti
in the springs ceremony
the movements of the lambs body as it frolics in joy on flowered turf
where do our words fade to when we become silent
as love came to inhabit emptiness
where does the sparkling water flow to, we left upstream
over sunny pebbles
as we drifted to the sea
Thanks H -Sakura🌸
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