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Poem – Questions
From a distance I asked the tree Silent questions. For days we stood face to face In the gulf of uncertainty as Words flowed between in a language I did not know. Its leaves began to change and I asked how this felt. Does it hurt? When the leaves began to fall en masse I…
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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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Reading and writing
To help with my writing funk, I’ve been reading a lot more than usual. And that advice is always given to writers: read more. Read different genres or subjects than what you are writing about. This helps to expand your mental awareness and give a larger pool of ideas and images to the mind and…
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Ancient and Simple
An evening walk to the shoreline, we carry the Christmas tree to a makeshift fire pit made with ancient stones swept up from the bottom of the sea. We will continue the tradition of burning the tree and giving it back to nature. Sitting upon a rock beneath the moon with a large and thick…
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Poem – Mind Games
Trying to get my head straight. I stare carelessly out the second floor windows at burnt yellow and green leaves. Not much wind is blowing. Even with a stifling heat and little wind, there is something calming about this later afternoon, some other white noise is present. On the verge of sleep my eyes are…
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Retreat Building, 09/08/12
Work on the retreat has been going well the past few weeks. Though our time has been tight and hectic, when it comes to nature and the vision we are working towards, it is worth it. Today, Patti completed painting of the interior in a greenish/brownish color, depending on how much sunlight streams through the…
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Poem – Fire, #1
The gathering around the stone circle Each tells a story in turn and the others listen closely, intently. Silent agreement with folded hands, clear hooded minds and the thickening smoke pushes each inside with eyes closed. I peer through the smoke at the blackening sky concealed by city lights and city of industries. What is…
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The Meeting
Two beings stand at the Infinite boundary between The sea and the fields. To each only minutes have Passed and the 20 years of Silence was just yesterday And what was still is. Hand in hand they now watch The sunset and its Reflection in the azure waters.