moleclues of motion have never known the word obstacle green going with the flow happily not seeking separation a sorrowful lament or joyous naming of aliveness birthed from the diaphram like eyes from above emulating possibility of sight through darkness and they continued to create, even when they couldn't feel hope beating the odds one heartbeat at a time Photo taken in Portugal 2017.
Day 2 of National Poetry Writing Month
Check out the prompts HERE.
The questions I chose to ponder were: What is a river?
What is seaweed? What is song? What is an owl? What is a miracle?
flashlight batteries - Ali Grimshaw 
A beautiful poem, Ali. It reminds me of the feelings I first got when I started to meditate, and the feelings I still get today through this sacred practice.
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Jeff,
I am honored by your comment. When I lead writing circles I definitely feel a connection between writing, meditation, and being a mirror for each other. After years of doing this I have no doubt it comes through in all I write.
Wishing you a beautiful day.
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I loved the creative images you attached to your chosen words.
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Thanks for the feedback ☮️
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Beautiful image and words as always, Ali!
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Glad to hear you enjoyed this post. Thanks so much for stopping by.
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beating the odds
one heartbeat at a time
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I love the poem and the photo of street art taken in Portugal. The following lines struck me:
“a sorrowful lament or joyous naming of aliveness
birthed from the diaphragm”
Thanks for sharing, I look forward to more. Aiva 🙂 xx
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Thanks for sending back the lines that most spoke to you. I always appreciate hearing from you.☮️
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