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i am a writer of thought

seeking “embodiment” and friendship of another

(i am silent as the moon from a distance, yet to be near in body when there is trust)

in True illumination.

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A photographic memory from march 24 of ‘11 while driving around in California and a stop for coffee in Lompoc

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Additional scenes from march 24 of ‘11 in California

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hanging out with a few deer in the park on march 24 of ‘11

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A walk in the park on march 24 of ‘11 at Nojoqui Falls park in California

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could you find yourself offering A simple “hello”?

(to cross paths…)

it begins inside, deep in (the inner space) of the heart where it is first “conceived” to be

this is the significance of instrumental thought

(it is the inner room where speech begins before it makes its way out as sound as the “fragrance” of the lips)

but there has to first be a willingness to be known

A clear “unveiling” in this

True illumination.

would you hide yourself from my eyes?

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no True (Waiting) is ever done in vain

to see what has always existed, what is (already inside)

in a place where there is no fear

(it can take a long time to open some hearts)

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seeking to begin an inner conversation

(as a friend)

from a distance, and later in body

but some want to force otherwise, going in the direction of another dream that i did not follow

this is the planting and watering of an unforced seed.

(to be…)

which direction will you choose in its rebirth?

will this take someone a long time to find?

to see (inside, Anew)

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could people find it in themselves to begin again?

(as friends)

giving this a 2nd thought

discovering the True beauty of A blank first page, to be…

pointing to the significance of grace.

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have you noticed the silent reaching?

(just like the night sky…)

what goes on in your (inner space)?

in the deep heart of your thought-life, your instrumental womb where things are conceived

this is the wondering while (Waiting) for you to be open to share

(the writing in-between the lines)

silence is my connection point.

could you first meet upon the pages of a book?

(to be led into this in the paper snow)

it’s all up to you to decide.

i have to be content in the writing (to be seen)

A gentle “seed” will make its way in (being welcomed) to be blended with the heart & body, in thoughts written and in speech

A clear “mirroring”

(A full circle of silence & sound)

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imagine presenting the heart as a book?

or a bottle of wine?

just wondering if anyone would care to read, to see, to drink

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can writing make A new friend?

(i have long wondered this)

i have long dreamt of it

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the silent and invisible Spirit is God’s Heart and thought-life

(A Ghost of holiness)

who we also see in the Word

have i become a clear “mirroring” of this to you by sharing my thoughts, even to include the instrumental sounds of nature, like birdsong and water?

A book and a writing Tree

(i’ll kindly wait for someone to enter in to the heart of a book, into my very own heart & spirit where the inner lines, where the inner rings are clearly seen)

this is True nature.

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will you keep my heart in the dark (from knowing yours)

or be clearly “exposed”?

my palms are open with Spring flowers in bloom

that grew from a Winter “seed”

knowing that an act of writing will reach through into (the inner space) of another

quietly “speaking” in the silent language of the Trees

this is my work in tending garden earth.

(every day the gentlest attempt is made)

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A Palm Sunday washing

what do you “hold” in your palms?

the 5th track on the 2019 album Swim Slowly by Meltt

Wash Over Me

And a personal poetic memory typewritten in the Winter of 2008 about an invitation into the inner space (the inner waters) of the heart

i’ll remain silent as a book in your dear hands… for you to “engage” yourself with

(here in this inner conversation)

far-removed from the traffic noise of the world.

you can take the time that you need.

i am found in the (Waiting)

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i’ve shared this view on Boston avenue many times from my former Saturn Vue when living downtown Tulsa in ‘09

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As March Madness leaves Tulsa we want to say thank you to those traveling who came in for a cup of coffee. We hope you enjoyed our city. ✌🏼

3.24.19 • Instagram

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A photographic memory from march 24 in ‘09 with a view of downtown Tulsa from my apartment on 7th street

singin’ in the rain

morning after the storm

March 24, 2009 • Facebook

and a few of my thoughts that day:

alive and awake @ 2:14am - I think I’ll make some coffee and enjoy the storm

downtown is all wet

and my 2shot coffee was tasty

March 24, 2009 • Facebook

followed by my memories in 2010:

maybe if we both look at the light side of the moon, we’ll see a reflection of each other, and our eyes will be in tune.

drinking organic yerba mate and daydreaming. i may go out for a walk but my eyes are wanting to see the sea. i think that would be lovely.

ray, a drop of golden sun. ME, a name i call myself. far, a long, long way to run. sew, a needle pulling thread. LA, a note to follow sew.

song playin right now at the coffeehouse ♫ Nothing Left To Lose - Mat Kearney http://lala.com/zFVS

real things seem to be erasing the blackboard of fake, falling away, a blank slate, red cardinals and white doves, flying with twigs.

along with a poetic memory:

R. face

i got a few scrapes trying to learn balance but what of the pain, when exchanged for the joy of pedaling freedom and what it took to learn seems so easy now yet a child’s eyes see everything much bigger than what appears to one grown-up

who through years and years finds it all too easy to see through fears rather than exploring the adventure of life’s passion of love, and finding things bigger than sensed by mere reason for the invisible things keep singing in every raindrop, the clouds are laughing skipping across mountains, not afraid of anything

so, my sweet dear, if you see what i mean and what my heart is saying you’ll see the joy again, a bit lost in transition and please forgive me, i’ve even shed some tears but lately, i can admit, those have been because smiles overtake my eyes, without even asking

and i love what i’m seeing, feels like heaven shining like it always does, up there but when that light makes its way through there’s not much else to do, but simply say, okay i’m not afraid to love, eternally it’s something i’ve always had in mind

and finding treasure like this believe me, that’s something where words escape for my breath was already taken away with just the thought of seeing your face

(march 24, ‘10) dfroza