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some poems i wrote and pics

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Here is the massage table i bought in November 2019.

I Started my self employed Massage business in January 2020........

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Anxiety

I dont want to leae the house today. 

The world feels like a scary place, somewhere that will judge me and reject me. Even at my best im no where neer good enough for ‘them’. who?

I dont really know.

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before

the earth is alive here

it can destroy your carefully arranged card house life at any moment

but the twilight people know how to dance in the beaufi-ful moments inbetween the unknowen 

-Sarah Robb-

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eventide

breathe deeply the cool floral air

that refreshes the twilight people

lolling by the waters edge

sharing their weariness of the long day

heat from the sand fades and pit fires take its place 

to warm the hearts of the merry twilight beach goers.

-Sarah E Robb-

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I have visited the land of Narnia.

Where magic and truth are one,

Where profound things inter-

twine with your knife and spoon.

-Sarah Robb-

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lessons from a tea master

Wait to accept your tea

enjoy the aroma quietly

drink deeply

enjoy the moments that follow.

do not crave the next sip

A disengaged life is a song unplayed.

-Sarah Robb-

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Awakening

After shedding the 

darkness in your heart

a new world appears

-Sarah E Robb-

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finding

Rich Nourishing Air

dense sunlight

Leaves the green of an oil green flys back.

Your faded, thin, inconvenient existence

becomes, a happy root in the earth.

-Sarah  E  Robb-

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The Lakeside

melodic flute music

whose player is a bird

of the old land 

far-flung corner of the earth.

your wars do not come here.

-Sarah Robb-

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Here

Trees and birds as old as the earth.

you are not part of this land.

but it does not reject your presence.

-Sarah Robb-

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Huka Falls

pu-ere tea steams

rushing water foams

moments stretch apart

-  Sarah Eliza Robb-

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The mists

Forgotten Land, mists rising

hot water steams up.

everything is shrouded in mysterious silence

a light comes

-Sarah Eliza Robb-