Seventy and sunny all day long.
I’m transported to Santa Barbara
but for a moment as threads
spin out, of good and bad,
elephant-spider memories,
and, with sheer will, retract.
Oh that there was a way
to split memory atoms, to send
dark ones back to sun’s furnace
to be alchemized to light; a way
to be returned as undistracted
bright.
Tao Talk 
If only! But then our bad memories also shape our personalities.
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True. That part would need to be furnaced while retaining their shaping lessons… In fiction/poetry, anything is possible.
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That’s the wonders of imagination 💖
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<3
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❤️
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<3
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Looks like what a lady peacock tail feather should be.
🤓
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Oh, those dark ones… they can be pretty persistent. I enjoyed the verse and image of a sunny day.
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Thanks, Steve. One of those insoluble dilemmas.
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You’re welcome, Lisa. Indeed.
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I see yin and yang in this…if I’m reading it correctly.
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Definitely can be interpreted through a yin and yang lens.
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Digging this. Lisa. 🌞
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Nancy thanks :)
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I love this poem, Lisa
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Robbie, thank you. I wish it could be so … and maybe it can?
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There is always hope, Lisa.
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:-) Memory does that :-)
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Good point, Chris!
memory like sun
dries and soothes to nil
a million tears
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!!!! Nice !!!!!!!!!
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Your truth inspired it.
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:-) I like it. :-)
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