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What experiences teach us no one else can, provided one keep their memory afresh

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The River Knows – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

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“I only went out for a walk, and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.”
– John Muir

In slowing my pace to lightly step
I saw the power of the hummingbird
defeating the odds again
to fly, even though science says it shouldn’t be able.

I leaned on the elder tree that stood through hurricanes.
Touched sprouts forcing through cracked concrete.
Studied a cactus with magenta bloom
in the desperate dry landscape.

Outside I found my mentors.

Along singing creek waters, trails of bright birdsong
and pausing in cliffside meadows where the ocean roars.

I heard the strength of the outside.

The river knows where it is going
and I will follow it.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2020

photo by antilandscpaper 2-26-20

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Into Nothing – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“All roads are blocked to a philosophy which reduces everything to the word ‘no’. To ‘no’ there is only one answer and that is ‘yes.’ Victor Hugo

Into Nothing

Words carry obligations
without signature,
though often the tongue has no
ear to provide even a
sound through the thick
distension of my lungs
drowning in ever increasing
viscous weight,
wanting to cry out,
the sound falling forward
into nothing, and
only self-doubt becoming
an anchor of irony in the
shifting sea of discontent.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Keeping Hope

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Keep hope my heart
for in this wayward journey
of infinite possibilities,
the sadness that grips you
shall pass…
keep hope my heart,
and wish upon the stars
that traveled so far
to light the darkness
from a world apart.

Keep hope my heart
for you are still beating
with love, with dreams, with life…
keep hope my heart. 

poetry copyright neha 2020/ free image from pexels

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