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"St John of the Cross heard an Arab love poem Through the bars and began his poem" ~Robert Bly This is a wide ocean, we could swim for centuries and never find a shore but... More »
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in union square Gandhi is stoned walks with a stick - half starved I am full and half drunk and wondering if we are cells in God's blood how do we move about without ever colliding... More »
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"My soul turns into a tree, And an animal, and a cloud bank. Then changed and odd it comes home And asks me the questions. What should I reply?" ~Hermann Hesse She's been telling him... More »
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It's been forty years of wondering. Why do chosen people wander? Why read five books each year and never make it to the land of milk and honey? It's been forty one years of wandering... More »
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Maybe it is just because I have fallen in love with riding my bike. I had a bike when I was a child, but I also had an older brother that terrorized me and had... More »
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It is the scent of my own neshamah: Thai tea, that one tree, the subtle smoke, your hair. It is the smell of my own perfection to be that draws me in and makes me weak. It is... More »
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is that your eye, lord, that twinkles your lips that kiss your hand that moves over me like warm water you are the wine of my drunkeness you are his voice that dives deeply you... More »
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Tonight everything is breathing: evening sunlight eating sunlight, drinking breath. Who knows the secret of this wind? Who knows the name to make it rise? Who knows the one who circles the house, walks grooves around... More »
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You've passed this way a hundred times but suddenly every bush is burning. The little mound of land you stand upon becomes Sinai and every living creature sings: i am that I Am. He has... More »
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I think it was, "I feel that full feeling, again," that Coleman said. Like a flowering of a thousand birds, letters - kisses each curving vowel - Neruda. Yesterday evening you saw the swallows... More »
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