witness the lilies of the field. they toil not, neither do they spin.
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[sunday] Wendell Peek – Happy equinox
K’ili’ich HUNAB KU (Mayan prayer to the Sun) When the holy Sun rises, we receive the energy The feeling of your words, also your likeness We can see clearly and we walk, and make everything…
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in iPhonism
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Wendell Peek – The world according to William Blake
Jim stole the light “Some are born to sweet delight” from Blake. One of…
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[sunday] k.b.—window display
After Escher by George Bilgere Twenty-five summers ago I wrote a poem about the summer ending, the shadows lengthening, and…
