21. half way (almost)

  • I love that I can do this anywhere, that it’s morning and i can here birds singing outside, that the wind has died down. I love Randy. I love that I can dream of mundane things and feel that they are just as sacred. I love that I have friends to write with. I love the spring, the month of May, some moisture in the air. I love my new contact lenses. I love that I am going to look at bikes tonight. I love my boss, she is one of the kindest women I have ever met. I love grass and stars and musical telephone poles. I love that my kitty friend waits outside my door for me to wake up. I love that I am loved. I love my mom. I love my room mates. I love love. I love my special toast in the morning.

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I'm a rock-n-roller poet who left the Big Apple for the Big Sky Desert where I've been letting it be and grooving with universal love, singing to the gods, dancing with the muses and bicycling with dreamtime messengers. I like altering my reality through imagination, movement, breath, and makin' stuff.

3 thoughts on “21. half way (almost)

  1. Love Loves Holly. Holly is Loved by Love it’s self.I love love and I love Holly , Love Loves Me too.I love being alone (but not always)I love Magical moments ( but I don’t expect them)I love to draw. ( And write)I love to Love. To live is to love and to love is to give .

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