Appreciation of Life as Story
orange blossoms linger tipping fingers a mingle in valley sun and i am one born west to rest in the dabbled sum of existence a scented persistence where colors run and mix on the wrist of elation warm volatile persuasion as in you lean in to this bouquet a tender kiss and find your way […]
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dissolve the septum that divides the heart lustrous gems are formed in the dark . © M.G. Iannucci 2018 Beauty lies beneath what we think is negativity. It is a strange alchemy that softens me.
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when Soul’s hands tend the inner land life is less a battlefield than a garden . water true seeds and gather the weeds as potent medicine . for within is promised fidelity and you will never be forsaken . ©M.G. Iannucci 2018 Painting by Daniel Anaka
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patience abides in the illusion of time . © M.G. Iannucci 2018 Photo: From my garden
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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 […]
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Heed your calling… . © M.G. Iannucci 2017 Painting: Tree by Osnat
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… 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.
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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
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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
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