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In All Things
In All Things In all things, the wheat will be gathered and the chaff discarded. The kernel bears the fruit but the husk in its time will yield its stuff. It will be found worthy by those in search of husks. And then the chaff discarded will be left to kernel another time. The lilies…
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Beginnings
Beginnings We began in universal waters as particles of nonsense, showing no discernment. We collided and combusted when two immutable pieces united. We formed an eye of calm in the maelstrom and grew. Spongy surfaces clung to us and weedlike trails spun from us. With no conscious knowledge we grew and yielded a vitrum that…
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Memory Quilt
Memory Quilt When it is time I will draw high my memory quilt, to cover shivering bones. Pictured will be events richly patterned and pleasing to the soul. Astonishing not to recall emotions pressed beyond belief, battles fought to frightful finishes. Left like barnacles clinging to a disabled craft, slippery in substance, suitable…
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Don’t Stare At The Moon
Don’t Stare At The Moon Any farmer knows you don’t stare at the moon too long. You get a little soft in the head, they say. What they really mean is that magic overtakes you and carries you to the place of green fields, of orchards heavy with fruit and cucumbers cultivated straight as a…
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Where Are You Going, Absalom?
Where Are You Going, Absalom? ‘to where the moon can melt the sun, the cactus blooms at high noon and the darkness bids good morning. . . . . where cowled thoughts and taut skin need never cover hot bones and the cactus no longer pricks . . . . to fly wingless to…
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Life Ongoing
Life Ongoing Confirmation from vast points, from sundry points, lead to an overwhelming wealth of data, signifying the collective ‘we’. Insofar we see the only articulate ‘I’, we ponder the seas confirming our depth, the mountains asserting our height and the earth revealing our substance. Glancing blows strike only our shield of skin, composed themselves…
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The Obligation Of Knowledge
The Obligation Of Knowledge The Teacher speaks. . . .When you realize that understanding is a bigger or heavier burden than not understanding, your behavior or course of action is already decided. The reason is this. When you have the knowledge, you have the obligation. Not knowing the reason for a person’s behavior gives one…
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Arguing Her Argues
Arguing Her Argues How could I not love them? They grew beneath my heart, waiting for my heart to beat so that theirs’ would continue beating. Did you not think I would not know this? And they would be reason enough for me to keep breathing? You did not know me .…
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August
August It is August and there is a sliver of breath inside the sill. The deep breath of autumn is, I think, a matter of time; perhaps only in the memory of the child anxious for the world of new books to open. Anxious for the toys of summer to be put aside to make…
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If We Sing To The Children
If We Sing To The Children I wear these memories as a cloak to ward off the chill. Emotions forgotten, but like new now ripping along my arms, settling bumps in straight rows to my heart. Kindred hearts, matching my own heartbeat, with eyes like mine and reflecting our souls. Music in voices saying,…