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Keep weeds out of your life

One persons weeds are anothers flowers.

my thoughts are of image and narrative travels,

like a tug boat towing memories and ripples of presence,

of ideas and peripheries of awareness which unfold colour and depth of resonance,

atmospheres of metaphors breaking down and fleeting moments of attention,

my thoughts may vanish like the Cheshire Cat,

or surrounds an image to escort it towards a value of meaning,

near and remote, like a fading echo never sharp drifting before my mind,

at times stable and other times illusive like a willow the wisp over a marsh,

or lost within a dream world engaged in trying to think outside of awaken time,

the only shadows which lay in my garden are of lost hopes and dreams.

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