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Flowing Exploration
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Poem – The Sea and the Empty Field
I awake to a sun touching each empty element and empty seed, vessels like stem cells will sprout into anything. I think of a willow tree providing shade and shelter and one emerges. I sit beneath the spindly limbs and I remember two ships anchored at sea, braced against the November Gales their bellies empty.…
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Poem – Circle
The path I now walk circles and oscillates between two lives I struggle to be a part of I struggle to define. Each has merits and fulfillment each brings me closer to the being my past and my future conspired to create, so why do I struggle in the present? That life I judge myself…
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Poem – Deconstructed, part 1
The sea laps at empty shorelines. Rocks cast empty shadows. Tree leaves fall through empty space. Ground swells erupt across empty fields. The faceless moon speaks of empty origins the billion year story. Wheat and corn stalks gather snow flakes from an empty blue sky. Where is this? A cylindrical vessel floats off the coast…
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Dreams: Our Reality
Dreams: Path or Reality What will it take to trust this path? How many more years will I take the steps carefully, always watchful, before I finally give in and trust, not only this direction, but more importantly, myself? Dreams far beyond my physical reach are an integral part of each day. I have read…
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Observation this evening
We live near a short-term care facility and often see people in wheelchairs as family spends time with them and helps them to enjoy the outdoors, such as today. What I saw this evening, has caused me to step back a bit, and remember my grandmother. Seeing an individual with dementia, and those moments when…
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The Glassmaker is…
calling to me. I guess I should back up from here. What is actually calling me, is me. My internal sense of where I am in life, how I live each day, is awake . It is uneasy with the current state of the within and without. It is pushing back to the surface all…
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Over Lunch
From a distance, over breakfast or lunch, I sit and watch. I listen. Taken in by the environment, I am anonymous, no one special. I do not stand out. Here is what I see: People hiding behind cell phones, showing affection to the beautiful glow of the screen and downloading apps; intense conversations working toward…
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Dreams: Path or Reality
Dreams: Path or Reality What will it take to trust this path? How many more years will I take the steps carefully, always watchful, before I finally give in and trust, not only this direction, but more importantly, myself? Dreams far beyond my physical reach are an integral part of each day. I have read…