In Motion: Bellingham, Poetry, San Juan Islands, Ted Talks

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Monday, May 20, 2013

Poetry: Whispers





My ears itched the other day
voices caught up with me
traveling the speed of wind
words skip across 
time like stones
sidarmed into ripples
a beach full of onlookers
feet crunch atop the pebbles

casting a stone
planting a seed
growing a flower
pulling a weed

karma may be as gardens
tended by the faithful
producing understanding
catching up to us all 
gifts in hand


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