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For Me, it is Eternity. . . .
I was sitting and looking at our landscaping and thought I must remember this. This is for eternity for me. It was the end of the day and the sun was setting. I feasted my eyes on my surroundings. And my eyes took in every detail and when they fastened on the next door…
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Apriori. . . (before now). . from where. . . .
Apriori. . . . Oftentimes what is considered decent, normal behavior we label a success of magnitude. In this world of the aberrant we have lived so long that the decent is a surprise. There are souls among us who have volunteered to help heal this behavior. And have put themselves in jeopardy doing so.…
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Favorite Aphorisms. . .
Favorite Aphorisms. . . We are the cabbage and the rose at once. Earthy and ethereal at once. ***** Memories are the bridge to the future. ***** To go over the same road again and again, until the pain as well as the joy no longer overwhelms, requires tough love. ***** Life was not…
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I Don’t Know How To Be Deaf. . .
I had been struggling with the newer hearing aids for over two years. And the audiologists kept saying they are the state of the art but my ears were itching and my brain hurt. It was irritated, my brain was. With the new hearing test, the audiologist said you work very hard at hearing,…
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Time Is Now. . .
Events of this past week have shaken us all. Time is now that changes will be evident. Time is now that much will be demanded. And the young whose memories now of the violence that has taken their friends and innocence will demand restitution and behavior that comes with adulthood. The children shall lead us. …
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Ripped, severed, broken. . . again . . . .
(I am running out of words and energy at this time nearing the terminus of my life. I find that what I have written in the past of these earth shaking events are words that still wring my heart to shreds. And yours, too. I cannot find other words to tell their story. Our language…
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We Had Such Promise. . . severed still. . . .
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The Gate Opens
I wrote ( journal 1985) that what is visible is visible and also what is visible can be chosen not to be seen. The depth of perception depends on our courage and capacity to deal with impending events. But only as we observe and have knowledge that life is never ending, is everlasting and…
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The Wait Is Too Long. . .
From my eyes. . . . Father, I said, go greet your son. And the father did and their arms wrapped themselves about each other. And the world was then all right. From my eyes, from my eyes. . . And from my heart, I hear . . . Why did they wait so long?…
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One World At A Time . . .is enough?
Our focus is a small world. . . When I read this poem I take on another perspective. It is a small world that we focus on here. Never aware that there is another world to the left and one to the right and beneath . Vast. . . I see me holding tight to…