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Metta
"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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sometimes a number has a tale to tell sometimes two sometimes three sometimes it chases its own tail in circles like a hula hoop like Bernard on his first flight through the galaxy sometimes... 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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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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I could run to You and cut all ties. I could break down the walls of evergreen intrusions, of blackberry brambles. I could run from the world shave my head, tattoo Your name across my... More »
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every moment I'm fully present with it.
Metta
Yesterday was very interesting. Yes, it was Thanksgiving day but it would have also been my father's 77th birthday and the first time Thanksgiving day has fallen on his birthday since he passed. So, my... More »
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They start the charade with a faint weeping of blood as if to agree that, yes dear, death is pain and then explode into flames. They motion in dance, how easy it is to... More »
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What if, at this moment, I gave in and died? Would You live in me? Fill in my absence like sky?
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Are not our joys as simple? Steamy soup on a frigid evening, the open smile of our child or beloved at our own warm breast. Are not our griefs as valid? Who can replace a... More »
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