Daily Archives: May 16, 2013

Sans rhyme

Posted on May 16, 2013 by tyler4turtles

Originally posted on The ancient eavesdropper:
Being human sans rhyme  would make my heart bleed  time after time, after time, after time, until all its bolting beets  are harvested from  my body  as slugs shriveled  by insult.   

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One true love

Posted on May 16, 2013 by tyler4turtles

Let Nature shine deep within and air out all the smiling colors of your soul. Carry a heart which lives by one true love for this whole world.

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Totem truisms

Posted on May 16, 2013 by tyler4turtles

Originally posted on The ancient eavesdropper:
Stand next to this totem pole and trace its smooth cedar-inscribed characters with a steady eye, graze your hand over heartwood, feel the pulse of ancient ancestry, smell the wafts of sweet grain growing…

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Nature is just beyond your doorstep

Posted on May 16, 2013 by tyler4turtles

Walk out your front door, step down the stairs and venture across Nature’s threshold…

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Stealer’s Wheels

Posted on May 16, 2013 by tyler4turtles

You pulled weighty wood and wealth behind your white frame, on massive wheels whose roll engrained echoes of groaning timbers felled across forest stubble, sawdust and sandpaper stretching for miles.

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Star power

Posted on May 16, 2013 by tyler4turtles

Originally posted on The ancient eavesdropper:
Sunny days are priceless, especially when sandwiched  between bouts of stormy weather. It’s a wondrous moment  of constant illumination when the glare of solar rays  makes you put on your shades  and you start…

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Soulful seascape

Posted on May 16, 2013 by tyler4turtles

Originally posted on The ancient eavesdropper:
I am reminded of Gustave Courbet’s breezy, salty seascape paintings, as the waves gently nudge themselves onto shore, conjuring white foam atop pearly sand – our souls awash in water and oxygen.  Click the…

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