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Poem – The Sky is Burning
The black sky of antiquity replaced by what we do not know what we fear. In the depths of thought do we remember the ancient rituals and sacrifice at the base of each tree, at the shoreline, at our fingertips? The burning sky approaches from the south, consuming what we do not know what we…
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Poem – Falling Snow
Snow falls unimpeded landing Softly in open fields. Devoid of trees, fences, buildings Except for scattered rock outcroppings. Snow thinly covers a single bison Its skeleton quiet beneath an oak tree. An abandoned dirt road borders the eastern edge The other borders are miles from here. On clear and silent evenings you Can hear the…
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Poem – Into the Wild
I stand… Atop the snow-covered mountain above the tree line the valley split and pocked by spring fed river. Miles in every direction other mountains rise to meet the cloud deck and beyond toward the sun, heaven. Into this space I have travelled following raw instinct and primal energy. Feelings deep within I do not…
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Time
Where has time gone? While I know time itself does not change, only our perception, I must have been asleep for a few days. It is already May and I have not really written a poem or prose in a couple of weeks. I have spent some time in quiet reflection of my past and…
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Poem – Black Swan
Emerging from the prairie and the ancient oak roots. numb, cold, senses fall away, the threads loosen, bonds stretched, there is light out there, somewhere, but here, where I stand, the shadows gather and meander in tight patterns around my feet and over my head, into the canopy, and cold infiltrates each layer and as…
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Senzing Zen
This blog will officially move to its new domain in a few days. The logo has been updated along with the header image. The website, www.senzingzen.com has the following meaning: The sensing and feeling of the energy and dynamism of Zen. In my recent studies of various philosophies and schools of thought, I keep coming…
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Obstacles
Rain has fallen the past two days. What snow we had is gone. Replaced with last year’s grass, sand, and mud, the yard is crunchy and slippery. The sun rises over naked rooftops, and bare branches reflect the light. An odd mixture of the winter month and the scent of spring. I hear bird songs.…
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Poem – Shift in Energy Patterns
We survived the 21st and made it to northern MN, to be rewarded with Nature’s majesty. Photos will be posted later of the sunset of the winter solstice and the guardian Orion watching over us. We are still here having survived the end of this physical place. Did I learn anything from this warning issued…
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Time and Music
Time and music are inseparable, as each measures and lives within the other. Imagine the sublime music originating from the universe, and the raw frequencies emerging from the big bang. Imagine being aware of this sound and its vibrations. Imagine the chaos of each day intercepting and blocking the energy around us, preventing, and sometimes…
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Time
At the risk of revealing my physical age, my 20-year high school reunion is happening sometime this year. I refuse to remember when, or acknowledge this fact. As time has passed, which is inevitable, and moving forward beneath our feet, (however we can control our path within that), I have learned to let go of…