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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,…
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Bless The Experience
This particular post has been a favorite one of many people. It is to me because of various reasons and I need to remind my self that blessing an experience, especially ones that are painful to remember, is as necessary for my well being as giving silent thank yous for the many good experiences. …
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To Research Oneself
The Teacher Speaks. . . . .For the one who searches the Heavens for his answers and then hopes to find the answers in his actions, his activities and in the midst of his affiliations, he might find them there if he chooses so. But chances are the answers he seeks will be in his…
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Echoing Softly
Echoing Softly Echoing softly, in the night the willing heart is nudged quietly into sleep. Wondering why in this place, the interest pales and fails to keep soul aloft. There is no time as now for events to falter, for the spirit wills its place to be yet.. So, come now, foolish it is to…
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Listen, Ophelia
The English Professor took umbrage with me and my manuscript. He said he had never seen anyone do this before! It was unheard of! He called me an anarchist. (I had to look up the word because I was not quite sure what was meant. One who overthrows is an anarchist.) He had read all…