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A Need To Know. . .
In the sixties I wrote a poem called Resolution which ended with the following lines. (excerpt from Resolution) I have come into the Light but what to do? On the day I was one, I became two. Now I am two. What to do but seek and seek again until I find I walk…
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Hunger For Knowledge. . .
Hunger For Knowledge. . . The hunger for knowledge knows no bounds and the kind of acceptance which bespeaks the heart which no longer cares enough to fight for its own existence nor the existence of an Other will soon lose the fight altogether. Caring is in style. Nurturing is in style one way or…
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Taking It Personally. . .
Taking It Personally . . . (we were having breakfast with a young friend) From a journal entry after the breakfast. . . . the Teacher speaks . . . Your justification of man at the breakfast table yesterday proved a point. The mate said that Jacob was not what you thought him to be. …
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Times Such As These. . (do we not learn, ever?)
Times Such As These. . . I lock up the room and pocket the last remnants of words laying about unattended. Fearful that pieces of my heart may be found scattered among them. And why not? Times such as these leaves us with little salve to heal the open wounds which once were…
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Love Is The Currency. . .
( I had written. . . ) I really need some one to listen to my words and consider them and tell me there is rest and love and ultimate design in all this. That I can look at the morning and not feel it will be snatched by high noon. That I can walk…
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By Example We Teach. . .
All Things Are Connected. . . No matter the outcome of any event, the process of integrating is uppermost within the chest of treasures. It is not that all things are diverse, but that all things are connected in a way that is concealed and discernment is required for enlightenment. Rubies are connected to stones…
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There Is Still Time. . .
(Sometimes the poet and writer needs a good talking to.) There Is Still Time. . . I say. . . . What more can I do? I am tired and I am old. You say. . You are still breathing. And as long as there is…
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A World Affair. . .
A World Affair. . . Give me the space in which a few minutes rest and tell me the color of your eyes. I know the direction your mind would take you, the roads upon which you go. I hear your songs of liberation from a self holding you prisoner…
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My Earth, My Earth. . .
How often have we said ‘it just doesn’t translate.’ Meaning that the nuance of the word is so important that when it isn’t there, the meaning alters. The word insensate is such a word. The meaning of sensate means that there is an appreciation by the senses, that what is perceived is beautiful and…
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The Breaking Day. . .
Not often do we find sunrise photos. I thank Jon Katz of BEDLAMFARM.com for this photo which he so graciously lets me use. Here in California, morning’s sunrise can be counted on pretty much and often to our detriment as these weeks have shown. Still, photos like these require a photographer to rise early…