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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…
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Kiss The Moon —a favorite poem
Abundance In my abundance I come to you. In my abundance, I love you. This love shackles you not nor binds you tightly in chains. It gives you freedom to soar where your spirit wills and in the same abundance finds you winging back to me. Run quickly from a love which possesses by need.…
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The Road Hardly Ever Chosen
A Teacher Spoke. . . . you spend time patching up the grill work only to find that the holes are supposed to be there for that is the way it was designed. That is where it is you are. That is where we have come and there is no turning back but straight on …
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The Plough Sits In The Field
The Plough Sits In The Field There was a time, however brief, when the unthinkable was avoided at all costs and the unworkable was left by the side of the road. Nowhere could we say that the heart was not involved; but lost on us all were reasons. Now we wait. The plough sits in…
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Advanced Technology
Advanced Technology Cry, if you will but not for long. Tears dampen the pillow and confine the cold to the head. Gone the days when romantic tears were touched and dried by the corner of a linen. Today’s tears are great gulps wrenched from the gut; testifying to a technology that bigger is better. A…