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Comfort Taken from What is Given
I imagine this scene, a snapshot of any ordinary point in time, perhaps not meaningful to anyone else, is everything I need. Wandering the path in no hurry, with no end goal, I listen. For years I have walked this land, but there was always a burden being carried. Aware of this, my attention to…
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Autumn Thoughts
Speeding through November with December around the corner, a pause is warranted in the daily flow to reflect, to think, to breath. The sun settles into the horizon earlier as darkness consumes more time and the cold encourages us to seek more warmth within ourselves. The day emerges slowly with orange and purple streaks as…
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Poem – More Questions Than Answers
That crossroad we come to in moments of stress and blocks, the struggle choking rational thoughts, the behavior, the actions – this is not me. How did this happen? How did I get here? Change is subtle and patient. One day we vow to find balance, to live and act a certain way, to be,…
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Poem – Tomorrow’s Lesson
As my years here have grown, and the world around shrinks, the uncertainty of time increases, and if I only learn one thing in this life, it is this: Cherish today, the people, animals, trees, right here in your grasp, as tomorrow they may slip away. Tomorrow may arrive, or it may not.
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Poem – In This Life
I see the day slip into the night and the trees I am surrounded by reach into the darkness. In another life after I am the same essence in a metallic shell. In another life before I am the farmer clearing fields for wheat and corn. In this life now I am the culmination of…
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Poem – Time
Every day is a battle to find more or slow down or move faster. Yet time is not aware of our desires and continues in one steady direction. The very definition of time is based on processes and natural events occurring millions of miles beyond the grasp of worn and tired hands. Yet we continue…
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Poem – Eyes
In what appears as two strangers passing in an overcrowded train station waiting to be taken home, I saw you in the mirror and aside from the same face, the eyes were deeper, content, focused on today.
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Poem – Each Day
As my years have passed more slowly now that I stop sometimes to catch a deep breath and really inhale the rising scent of pine, I see that each day is a gift and the time in my past cannot be changed, and the future is always shrouded in mystery, and I can only live…
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Poem – Rebirth
At the top of the mountain beyond the pass I stopped and looked back at the path I wandered and there were no footsteps in the powdered snow. Further beyond the talus and scree the empty field burns and I watch with waning fear as I let go of that previous version of me burning…
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Poem – Tomorrow
There is always tomorrow to put off tasks and obligations. There is always tomorrow to pay the bills and do laundry. There is always tomorrow to worry and fret. There may not be tomorrow to say I love you and now is the time.