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Poem – Destiny
As the rain subsides and the sky fills with birds I am left with a fragment of who I was yesterday. That is to say each day we are given the chance to change to shed what is not needed and keep what we are destined to be.
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Poem – Origins Revisited
Burdened with questions, begging for answers, as a divide grows, we walk through empty fields. Searching the horizon for direction, the shifting sky scatters with each breath and when we listen to the primal unseen screams, we lose ourselves in fear and doubt. Broken and beat down by the present afraid of what the future…
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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 – Silent Music of Creation
When the nearest stars are observed and the furthest ancient light is discovered we see what became the past far removed from the beginning. If we remove ourselves from physical bonds and trivial thoughts, what used to be feeling transforms into knowing that what is felt and tasted is no different than the first particle…
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Poem – A Found Memory
The photographs we find in dusty hidden boxes in places we have forgotten have stories etched in the faded lines and memories hidden in the subdued colors.
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Poem – Time’s Gift
As with everything time marches in one direction that we perceive but in quiet moments we reflect back on past time, bring it into the present, and savor every morsel we remember.
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Poem – One Mind
We inhabit this space for reasons we still chase through light and dark through heaven and hell through ancient texts and drawings. The human spirit longs for place, a concrete connection to surroundings, a palpable definition of home. How can we look out there when we do not how we got here? To measure today…
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Poem – Here and Now
(1) As the sun sinks into the grey water we watch one year become another from atop the cliff over the white valley. (2) As we run beneath the rising moon, the moon becomes us and we become light. (3) To the normal routine one year has passed and another arrived. To the natural world,…
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Poem – Time
I have been down that path beneath that same sky before but still, each time it is new, on a different day, with a different mindset, with intentions to make the most of the time given.
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Poem – I see the Lantern Everywhere
I see the lantern everywhere and in my sleep as recurring dreams have brought with them a place in the empty field filled with light and hope. In my weakened state I cling to this vision as the hours and days pass and there is seemingly no end in sight. I cling to a vision…