Showered with difference early on,
My own soil became ripe with possibilities
Of every sort of flora, some of which
Do not look like plants at all but people.
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Philosophy Poetry Madness — Dust
Philosophy Poetry Madness — Dust
Showered with difference early on,
My own soil became ripe with possibilities
Of every sort of flora, some of which
Do not look like plants at all but people.
A human being-question chasing after both God and nothingness. The internet is a disaster, but our starlessness might teach us something. I welcome our constant experimenting with ourselves with open arms, for ultimately they are attempts of life at living and growing in life. My dwelling is in Key West, while the dwellings of my loves are Indiana, New Mexico, Texas, Massachusetts and Arizona. These spaces are nothing. Love abides and love embraces. View all posts by Richard Q
Love the Dust
Spring is a time for planting. The more trees the better it is for all of us.
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Hey, Paula! I had a dream just a couple days ago that I planted a new tree in the yard, and in what seemed like moments it grew to this tower beyond my sight. It was glorious, it’s branches were like highways.
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