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Poem – For Patricia
I see a stone path through the graying clouds this near November day. I remember the day smothered by black clouds torn from the sky. I watched you dance in the cold rain pooling with no care of those watching. Swirling faster as the rain fell harder until collapsing in a heap. Perfect silence as…
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Poem – Winter’s Last Stand
Listening to Hildur Gudnadottir as winter makes a last stand and we retreat indoors to watch this spectacle and hear the pine trees bending against the cabin roof. Liquid dreams caught in rabid waves the grayish sea with green and blue deep undertones blends into the sky. Seagulls and ravens aloft squint as ice pellets…
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Searching and Finding
Surrounded by Zen and Buddhism magazines, books reviews, and the latest issue of Edge Magazine, I pause for a moment. What am I looking for? Is there a concrete reason all of these words, images, advice, poems, other peoples lives, surround me? What do I take from this? I continue my studies of Zen Master…
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Today’s music and other thoughts
Today is brought to you by the electronic/dub-step band Nero and their album “Welcome Reality”. In effort to let my mind wander and escape for a couple of hours, I watched the movie “Expendables 2”. Definitely nothing that would win an Oscar in any shape or form, but mind numbing action. To much in my…
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Back to writing
A lot in the world is going on, and many events or significant milestones have passed. Ideas and snippets pass through my mind like water, and it is difficult to choose which to fish out and write about. What kind of tone should I take, and what, at the end of the day, do I…
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Poem – Who or What
Who or what is God? Thinking back… I found myself wallowing in the void, self-created and endless. Days had no definition, no number – fueled by the routine I let go of hope, giving myself in. I let the fog consume the landscape until the last light I saw disappeared and I no longer had…
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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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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 – 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…