Sustenance

“There is Nothing on earth that I desire other than You”. (Psalm 73:25) . Photo: Rose hips from my garden. Good for a citrus tasting tea with a lot of Vitamin C. Everywhere you look, beauty is nourishment. There is only one source. Plants make light sweet.

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Seed Leaves

fall to me little seed seek not man for security nest your head in the tilled bed of destiny roots clinging to sustenance of Being warmth and thirst for a fertile earth sky and soil skin dig your fingers in i will banish the parasites that keep you from light while you find your rest […]

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Relief Maps

to know where you are headed pay attention to the present . © M.G. Iannucci 2018 Definitely a skill that I need to work on. Painting by Gil Bustamante, “Light of the Jungle”

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Stoma

her leaves blow kisses to the sapphire sky, for he gives light but cannot see. . she reflects green with her topiary art, the wavelength of a unified heart. . © M.G. Iannucci 2018 Beyond the layers of existence, there is only one desire and one relationship. All the rest is just “stuff”. . Art: […]

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Yantra

a succulent blade curls toward light in a centric cobblestone crevice. rounding a labyrinth curve, soft footfalls whisper their departure from the fringe. in the still point, love has no need  to seek reciprocation, the birthing  of its relation, an expectation eternally given. . © M.G. Iannucci 2017 Art: Lalita’s Garden Sri Yantra by Nadean OBrien

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Responsibility

luminous tones, deceptively alone, vibrating strings in a quantum sea, where resonance weeps a manifesting melody. . creator is me and us, in trust. what we sow is what we know of a radical rhythm, penetrating visages. bodies wedded to stars, wrinkles and scars,  subtle curves, and soft places  where longing  spreads its wings  for a […]

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Settling

words grate like barefeet on the harvest’s debris. so i till them, unscripted  into frost heaves. others i swirl,  into dervishes  on the vacant wind. . i pour their dust  through fissures  in the silent silo of self, and cling  to the Love that lies above the knowing of us. in that alone do i […]

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Nychthemeron

i wed my heart  to the horizon line inhaling the breath  that in turn breathes mine. . the liminal progresses to a matutinal hue, as i yield to the auspicious sway of the dew. . The Greek word “nychthemeron” is used to denote day and night with no separation between them, a single twenty-four hour period […]

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Seasoned

i would rather live soul to soul with you, drenched in love – aflame, than spend one moment that is not true  in a world   of the loveless mundane. . © M.G. Iannucci 2017 Painting: Season Tree

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Shelved

the light that leads  inside of me is One who knows  the books of my life  stacked floor to ceiling  wall to wall in love with it all . © M.G. Iannucci 2017 Painting: Bernard Fritze, 1954

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