Moonshine glimmerings glisten
Orbital ellipses elide
Occasional crescents orbit
New moons laugh
everything will always be okay in the end
You remember how good it feels to sleep, now your answer should be yes and no, you re-member re-join and re-emerge with this gift of sleep seeping us closest to death, the peace, the lightness, the nothing and everything within those moments is true bliss, we have no clue how many pauses we've gone through that sat us right next to death, the idea of death is scarily beautiful in the number of times we've held hands, gazed in each other's eyes and become one again and again over and over, we don't really remember but we re-member, a member of this whole, outside the concept walls of 'time' how long were we gone for?
By Ruhani Khadijahabout an hour ago in Poets
Foraging Appalachia’s Wild Edibles
It's that time of year again and Appalachia offers a remarkable abundance for anyone willing to learn its seasonal gifts and practice careful gathering. Across ridges, holler's, stream-side's, and meadows, edible plants, berries, roots, and fungi appear through every part of year. Knowledge is key and teaches not only what can be eaten, but also how to gather with respect so that these resources remain available far into future.
By Tim Carmichael2 days ago in Feast
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Very cool! I like it!