I’m a part of you whether you want to admit it or not. You know as well as I do that we always meet through your senses, but by now you should be used to the fact that I usually arrive in unexpected ways. This means you need to at least acknowledge my presence and […]
I challenge you to seek faultlessness, impeccable purity, maturity, and wholeness. I dare you to balance reason and divine assurance. I oblige you to maintain sanity, stability, and normality. I require your active presence, prolonged compassion, and merciful humanity. I demand intention, ambition, and aspiration. I object to incidental mishap, stray opportunities, and inflicted misery. I refuse
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My mom, Cornelia Maria Arnold, or Connie Arnold, was a robust woman with salt and pepper hair and sage green eyes. She had tough freckled skin from spending most of her days working in the garden. When you walked toward her, she always had a sparkling smile on her face and would wave at you as
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When wind slaps wet palms against panes And tempos twist tear drops, triptychs, and time bells into Untaught meanings, our well-to-do knowledge Cracks sky-songs and creates death knells. Spirits drown in blood and sweat and Salt-stained faces because we have forgotten Mysteries once so easily understood. The world of ideas comes through our tongues, But
For myself, I cannot live without my art. But I have never placed it above everything. If, on the other hand, I need it, it is because it cannot be separated from my fellow men, and it allows me to live, such as I am, on one level with them. It is a means of stirring the
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