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We Trod The Path
We trod the path, hunched and pull our faces in. We bend our heads. The wind is strong when you walk into it. But I take your hand and we struggle against the icy rain pelting our faces. We’ve walked this route in centuries past; guarding ourselves from saying too much. We were different then,…
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Analects
Some people just have not had their boots on long enough. Privacy is the ultimate illusion. Most people think no one knows their thoughts, except God, but only when they’re praying. Maybe prayers are only answered depending on the conversations one has in one’s head. Perhaps the heavens slip in a thought depending on the…
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Ballerina (from Kiss The Moon)
Dance for me little girl. Dance your dance and show the gods why you dance. In the garden I see you, toes dug into the earth, head lifted to catch the glint of the sun filtering through the leaves. You nod in assent to breezes whispering your name. Your lips move in intonation of the…
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Let Us Fall In Love
Let us resolve to fall in love with our Earth. Other resolutions have already died. Let us fall in love with our Earth and keep her alive. Yet how does one fall in love with Earth? It is easy. It is a different kind of feeling, a oneness, a union that nothing dissolves or divides. …
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We Connect With The All
I received an e mail with photos of several large elephants making their way to the home of a man who had befriended them. This person named Lawrence Anthony spent his life caring for elephants in South Africa. His death occurred on March 7, 2012. Two days after he died, wild elephants showed up at…
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For Now
Let your mind answer your heart’s murmuring, for in the sanctity of self, you will see your divinity. In the august crucible that is Earth, latticed by clouds hovering the trees, you gain your peace. In the musing of the grass growing to reach its height and to color the bare earth with a piled…
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Sweet Focus
Will I be born into another world and time? Will they swim into sweet focus and I, with them? Or will I just walk into that world and find the place just meant for me because I visit there every night? Could it be like this, so gentle, so swift that the dance my feet…
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Paradigms with Love Attached
With love, compassion becomes an easy companion. Courage does not come in large containers. It is not bought by the jug, but can only fill the cup drop by drop. Love ventures into areas where courage falters but the heart makes waves. The highest framework we can choose is one by which the heart is…
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Excerpt from The Last Bird Sings
The clapboard house we lived in was neat. It had a mystery about it and even now memory brings forth details. Being of an ethnic background, there were certain things incompatible with today’s understanding. Things done in a certain way and values kept. The cellar was where we lived our lives with meaning. Within the…
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Come To My Table
Come to my table and sit awhile and I will tell you tales of years gone by, attended by loves and those who held magic in their hands. We have supped and laughed and cried some, but mostly told the tales that love spun out of gold. It was a rich time; not the coin…