Forget-me-not
patience abides in the illusion of time . © M.G. Iannucci 2018 Photo: From my garden
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Worlds
wrists rested on a crested zepher where rivers run reversed, a tear unrehearsed for the mound of earth left on the garden path. . vision perfection, a recollection of light crossing limbs a moment reinvented. . scars on the belly of the field curve to the valley, where wild waters gush to ground. . a […]
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tree bark, the rough staccato press of popcorn plaster on cheek and chest. . the fragrance of moss and moist depressions earthenware silk silt beneath the furry tone of mycelium confident of its path despite a lack of foresight. . and green dripping from single layer leaflet lips quenched in the dusky light, the rustle […]
Read MoreResolution
Heed your calling… . © M.G. Iannucci 2017 Painting: Tree by Osnat
Read MoreInterconnection
… is the deepest reality of life, existence within the silent witness to both love and fear in the world. Freedom lies in the ability to choose between those two states, regardless of the conditions.
Read MorePromise
all lines lead inward florescence of gratitude summation of strength for the other half of soul i will not falter in aim . © M.G. Iannucci 2017
Read MoreGracious
the true hue of any bloom is undetectable to a conditioned view . transformation begins in the heart . Photo: The tiny blossom of Wood Sorrel in my “lawn”. They have a lemon taste, and their yellow color is the light that they do not absorb. © M.G. Iannucci 2017
Read MoreAttend
work with the soul persists despite conditions . Photo: Japanese Mayflower in my garden Weeds are unappreciated wonders. © M.G. Iannucci 2017
Read MoreInclined
one fractal among the many seeking nourishment, a collective motion curls the fronds. yet a few cells positioned strategically along the stem, create a gentle motion, a slow symphony of synergy bringing all wholly into the light. . © M.G. Iannucci 2017
Read MoreIn Sight
what i am determined to see, shapes me, as drops of rain carve hollows in sand and kiss breathless petals. . what tides have i allowed to sculpt my inner tavern? how many floods have i transformed with wave interference, glowing in a shade of gratitude, blushing rose in half light? . what of me remains to witness the other half that wanders, and […]
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