beauty
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A Collection of Gifts
Sip. Behave. Your fresh heart Tilts behind the iron canopy; Shading the day, but not the night A fugacity of gadgetry, vanity, a fallacy. A planetary rhapsody of spiritual stagnancy. “Rationally” atrophied by science. ▫️ Ribbon rewards for gears unturned … Continue reading
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Balance
Cave echoes, a canyon expanse. A sure junction, vivacious slotted transformational curves; Realized in inference, and linguistically slippery. A sound. A map. A feeling. Vision toward the mountains. Unity incarnates. Water vapor collections adhere as thunderclouds; elegant and boisterous, loving… Continue reading
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A Note for Me to You
Beauty surrounds us every day. An incredible gift. Just feel it, and know that it came into being, just like you have. It is as constant as the tides, and like the tides, it is always in motion. Look into… Continue reading
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Sing ’til We Die and Keep on Singing
Find the pieces wherever you roam. Our sacred light and its warmth aglow. As each day dawns and brings new life. How beautiful, to spawn and sing til we die. -GKT Continue reading
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Rain
In the eye of each drop, a dream proliferates. Rain on your tongue, or the river at your back. A sky bound mind; life-giving clouds reflect the formation of a thought. Changing. Ever-ranging inspiration within the coming rain. -GKT Continue reading
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Sonorous Surroundings
In the spirited shine of the sky’s swaying sea, I savor the sun and schlepp my sweet steel stringed sound singer to the summit of a substantially statured and spacious southern Sierran slope. My sauntering slows to a stroll as… Continue reading
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Lungs
Trees speak like a man with no name. No ego in their wisdom, nor breadth, nor frame. Wholistic, natural, planetary lungs, Provide us everything. -GKT Continue reading
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Floating On A Pin Tip Whisper
Gratitude fucking the sky. It reaches me. The ravens flew. They squawked. I rolled down the passenger-side window, “Take me with you in the sky!” But before I could get the words out, they flew by. Their presence accented an… Continue reading
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Fiddler’s Dream
Radiant beauty with lock and key, On any street or mountain free. Oh forlorn lucidity. The mirror of my mirror steams. A token vision, A fiddlers dream. -GKT Continue reading











