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Reasons, Forgotten
Why do we hang on to things? Why do we hold some reservation or ill-well toward others, even with the passage of time? As an example, and something that triggered this: the other morning while walking the dog around the block, I saw one of our neighbors. I thought to myself, without hesitation, that I…
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And it begins
Starting the morning with General Tsing’s chicken and a Monster, December is here, and I can’t help thinking back on the past almost year, and the experiences. What will come from these, in the coming year? Were the experiences a healthy addition to my foundation? Were some them for the moment only, and I subconsciously…
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Poem – The Burden We Accept
(1) Remains We found remains not of the day or night not of the moon or sun but of something more primal and of the earth and soil carrying its voice from pastures to fields to the winter beds. The remains we found of creatures roaming the open space the land born of themselves. (2)…
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Poem – True Living and Being
Part of me has died inside I feel the heavy loss on my sinking shoulders unwilling to hold the burden. I search with a half effort beneath the reamins of each day and wonder if I willingly allowed this to happen or if other powers are at play, a game I am unfamiliar with. Far…
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Closure
Finding closure with the things holding us back. There is a lot of change in my life, and I’m getting older, and living life with regrets is not really living. Regrets are usually from the things you did not do, or the questions you did not ask, or the words you did not say. I…
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Poem – Fences
Continuing the dream theme this evening. Sheep lost wandered from the pasture towards a wire fence open in sections slipping through. Gravel and tumbleweed circling as the eastern wind rises from the canyon miles across the gorge swallowing each. A dream each night the canyon endless, I fall through layer after layer murky clouds sun…
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Poem – Recurring Dream
This poem was started after a friend of mine lost his life in the Boundary Waters of northern, MN a few years ago. Since then, it has taken a more internal tone as we look to ourselves and examine what is within. A spirit enters the café The mind of nature, of being Walked through…
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Pain
Pain is a nasty companion and sneaky. Weeks pass with no sign of him or his shadow. Then he visits. But gently. Starting with a morning headache, slight. Some throbbing, moving through each hour of the day. And the first day stretches into another as a restless nights sleep compounds the consuming constricted veins that…
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Poem – Ravaged
an empty road cuts various swaths through empty, arid fields until it stops. an object prostrated exactly where the road ends, the fields border. this impasse familiar, repeated. beyond the body unknown landscape or wasteland. disconnected, detached we watch events unfold. again. unaware of the role we play. a vulture descends from nowhere wrapped in…
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Influence
Our sphere of influence. Do we know, realize, or even care about the people around us who are directly or indirectly influenced by our actions? Something as simple as an angry gesture or honking your horn while driving. What does the recipient of those actions carry forth with them on the rest of the drive,…