Tag: time
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Poem – One
The world is large, sphere-like and hurtling through space. Life began in primordial forms billions of years before giving the life we have through complex processes. At some point in ancient history of the human species we merged from the same source from the same cells and sub-atomic parts. We are one and in this…
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Poem – Where I Stood
(1) Where I stood on that last day I saw you walking across the bridge. I believe you did not see me but you must have sensed my presence. When I could no longer see you I lit a cigarette and sat on a graffitied boulder near the river’s edge. (2) Let me go back…
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Poem – Far Reaches
At the end of this journey I stood before the bursting stars and bathed in the energy and light. I cupped matter in my hands and I drank the elements. Time did not exist and I knew nothing of time. There was no separation. There was no boundary. I became one with myself. I returned…
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Poem – Fragments from Absentia 19
(1) In this dream I watched your silhouette dress. Sounds of the streets below carried by the autumn wind. We had a place to be but I do not remember where. I caught a glance of your eyes in the mirror and the soft blue with a hint of smile told me this was not…
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Poem – Edge of Tomorrow
I awoke in a space lacking light or dark. I was not sure if my eyes were open or if I was seeing the inside of my mind. I was cold but not shivering. A breeze began to blow across my face. From an unknown direction and source I heard a voice. Garbled, soft, almost…
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Poem – Of Tide and Time
Of Tide and Time, by Hanakia Zedek What is life if not transfixed within this brittle shell A miraculous brilliance juxtaposed With so little time within a fragile hold This cell This Heaven This Hell Do tell But not of beliefs and fancy fair But what is right here And now And how And what…
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Essay – Guides and Turning Points
How did I get here? An important question I throw into the air while reading, writing, and drinking coffee on a cold morning with early sunlight across the fields. In this current state of being, I awoke a few years ago after sleep walking through most of my life and leaving my path up to…
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Poem – Reflection
The calendar turns an arbitrary delineation time passing one numbered year to another. Moving through and beyond this system of numerals the flow becomes more chaotic, less understood, more beautiful. When the meaning is removed when each layer is peeled away we find inside everything we hope for, everything we dream of, everything we can…
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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 3 (Fracture 12)
Have we met before? Perhaps on a distant planet, on the other side of the known universe. White and gold petals scattered through the void we cannot see, while consuming everything we do see. I stand within light on a floating island. The willow tree comforts me on the long journey from planet to planet,…