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there are no extras here, it has all been stored away the scent neatly packet in a series of bottles, each labeled the voice in its own box--double tape on the edges to keep it all in it was more difficult to store away the items with inherent subtlety-- what to do with a gesture, a gaze? those have been captured in the mirror and the mirror covered with a long cloth it has been trickier, however, to store away the intangibles a moment, a thought, a feeling ... those have been wrapped rice paper dipped in oil to preserve them more difficult still has been to inventory the random memories, the ones triggered by a place, a scent, a sound for those the storage space will have to be greater ... impossible, however, and we must all agree, will be to gather the energies that elude our control nostalgia, want, desire and even love can't be concealed for those a greater storage space, such as a desert or ocean.

Cuento pasos, paso a paso En el olvido, un retraso Cuento pasos, paso a paso En el recuerdo me alcanzo Cuento pasos en tinieblas La noche marcando sus horas Cuento pasos, paso a paso El corazón entrelazado Marca las horas veladas Cada paso anuda el lazo Que ata alma cuerpo y corazon Cuento pasos, no más pasos La soledad se resiente Contando inútiles pasos

Write the dream sleep awake The nightly solace The daily bread Sleep awake the streaming Thoughts running through and Through To end up settling in the Heart's whirlwinds The hollow sounds of the Echo chamber Keeping me awake too Again the dreaming Sleep awake The mocking words Flying away

Goodnight a dream The storytelling heart Conjuring a shadow Giving it face eyes body, smiles words movements -- The sinister passions of lust And the longing current Of a forlorn love ... The magic night lifts the curtain The energy rises from forget-me-nots The thought and will of once upon a time Takes center stage And I, witness and participant, Indulge the pleasure orchestrated by the soul.

Why do words The crackling sounds Discovered in the folds Of the wind Why do words The echoes of A beating heart Cast their reflections Why do words Behind the thought That drips nights and days Keeping me awake The tick tick tick Of the sound waves Keeps my memories alive Feeding the colors of longing

This is a good time to count your blessings and to express gratitude for all of the wonderful things you've accomplished in your life. The Nine of Pentacles speaks of shifting your attitude to one of gratitude. It speaks of attracting abundance and prosperity — not just with respect to money and material possessions, but also to your own sense of self-worth. It's all about being grateful for what you've acquired and recognizing that you deserve it. The Nine of Pentacles represents that intricate and fulfilling balance between expressing gratitude and achieving prosperity. It refers to developing a prosperity consciousness, knowing that the Universe offers up unlimited abundance to those who do. It also refers to that sense of satisfaction that comes from knowing that you are where you are not because you've been lucky or have been the benefactor of someone else's generosity. It's been your own hard work and determination (seen in the Eight of Pentacles)...

We have agreed that time (Tacit compromise) Exists in succession Yesterday today tomorrow Are fictional posts on the road To justify something To explain a life Time tracking is stagnation. "Every moment is eternal" Says a poet And yet we count the seconds And trace the distance they create To explain away the force That fuses us together Time explains The bleeding vein That feeds the heart Yet in this world That projects us Time is a boiling thought