Release your strange heart.
Begin to know what you want
in the aftermath of the storm,
in the bright finale of the sun between the clouds.
Take hold of your dreams,
draw them out into the open sky,
hold them up, an offering. Be a child in your dedication.
Begin to know what you want
in the aftermath of the storm,
in the bright finale of the sun between the clouds.
Take hold of your dreams,
draw them out into the open sky,
hold them up, an offering. Be a child in your dedication.
Poetry on the run 
nothing simple about that at all…but beautiful. really.
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thank you ann. today i controlled my monkey mind.
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wish i could say the same…
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