When the builders take back their temples

‘The rain will come, your defiance of the Gods has made them angry.’ 

 The villagers didn’t stir. Their backs filled the corn stores of others. Their strength raised the stone palaces. Their hands held the desert back. Now was the time to act, to burn and return to ancient ways.

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A thought when gardening

When death comes, do we fly over the leaves or dig under the roots? 

It depends my child on how well you water life. Burn and slash your way in the world and you become nourishment yet grow flowers from fields of weeds and you become the coolness of shade.

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Love at first sight is best cured by the second look

140 character story – drop by to Grandma's Goulash to leave your own

At a party

strangers
are wolves
scenting
a stray lamb
until eyes smile

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Unto the Seventh Generation

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The cry of the Hawk, the spring hatchling now flown meant soon his world would be mere sound.  For a man, now dust in the wind, had made bones of a country and punishment for his kin. 

As Joash screamed for his son, he hoped, as had his father, that he would be the last.

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When Mother knows best

For you have set before you life and death, blessing and curse; therefore choose life.

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Feel pain, we don't gain.

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