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Spring Heart
Spring is a time of renewal. I’ve had more springtimes than years. Some kind of daily vernal awareness dawns. Something changes and there is a slight ache before the buds unfold, yet it is all serene and beautiful. There are … Continue reading
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One Stays, One Leaves
So long as we hide within the shadows in the fields behind our own abode, the heart is never empty, the heart is never full. And so all wayfarers eventually leave seeking their own light thereby missing the flame that could have been yours, and in … Continue reading
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Fire within the Moth
There must be a bit of the fire within the moth, to be so ecstatically drawn to the flame; even the candle light itself dances ecstatically, nourished by the scent of singed wings. tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle
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Never Ending Spells of Bliss
Just beneath the expressive notes of the consoling ney (reed flute) I hear the current of His breath carrying the burden of the neyzen’s lamenting song. Such intimacy between the lips of man and the kiss of his Creator reveals … Continue reading
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Dervishes in a Raindrop
I am a raindrop cradled in the center of a hyacinth sprout. My silhouette shown In its verdant cup. There below the azure, above the green leaf’s blade, stands a circle of dervishes in reflected shades of gray. A silent gathering … Continue reading
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People Are No Different (#25wtT)
We think we know, But we cannot see Spring, we only sense its signs, its buds and blossoms, breezes, and fragrance. People are no different. tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle
The Friend
A friend arrives so silently through the shadowed wings of our own hearts. Even when you seem alone, on the stage of life’s great drama, the mere awareness of them dilutes a hurtful memory, soothes a troubling situation, and dispels the … Continue reading
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#25wtT (vol 2) Skipping Stones
It’s often more meaningful to drop a precious gem into the depths of another’s heart than skip a stone across the surface of their ocean. tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle
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Darkness Longs for Its Shadow
I spoke of poems I’d never write Of ghosts that haunt in broad daylight Like the time I kissed you silently When you forgot you said you’d remember me. Words that spill from a poet’s pen Form iron links that … Continue reading
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The Teacher
He has a voice within a voice, and I, an ear within an ear. When he says nothing I listen most deeply. Otherwise, since we met, I have learned that I know nothing. When around him, my mind is always … Continue reading
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