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Metta
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 »
Metta
blind, I touch the Elephant here and still know nothing of the Grand Beast tell me, who is God?
Metta
All this fantasy and grief. Let my house be drowned in the wave that rose last night out of the courtyard hidden in the center of my chest. Joseph fell like the moon into my... More »
Metta
In the restaurant, verde sauce, cold shredded cheese that she pretends is warm and stringing long from her fork. She loves it when it does that. August afternoon sun through the window and the sudden... More »
Metta
I would go back to that moment of pain - the lightning in my back. That time before dawn and the hot tea spilt in my morning lap. I would carry the book with the... More »
Metta
I love chanting/ kirtan. I love sitting alone in my room chanting, chanting as I chop vegetables, spontaneously chanting with my children, or sitting with a group gathered more formally. For those of you who are not... More »
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