The essence of time is found spontaneously in moments, not measured in minutes. Minutes are fleeting, moments are precious. Minutes are disposable, moments are priceless. In man’s strange invention of measured time, minutes tick tick tick away, evaporating, yet somehow stacking up to become the years of our life, a row of slender volumes heldContinue reading “Medicine in the Moment”
Author Archives: C.M. Rivers
These Particular Blues
It was one of those days when the movie of your life should have won an Academy award for best screenplay. The twists and turns knocked everyone out, the plot was as tight as high-end waterproof luggage, and the soundtrack matched how everyone felt that year with uncanny accuracy. All you know is it’s oneContinue reading “These Particular Blues”
Dear Diary
You must not complain about dust. Dust becomes cloud becomes rain becomes forest becomes life, so you must not complain about dust as you wipe it from a table, books, shelves. May there be an empty space in the palm of my hand, where every night some means to an end used to be. NotContinue reading “Dear Diary”
Connecting Poetry With Song
Originally posted on C.M. Rivers:
John Lennon’s Imagine, and Bob Dylan’s Blowin’ In the Wind are both songs that – when the music is stripped away – reveal themselves as powerful poems. They have both stood the test of time, asking the heavy questions of what it means to be a human society, and…
Now and Again
Originally posted on C.M. Rivers:
Now the giraffe-like lily, turning its head to look out the window in graciousness. Now the blackberry, summer’s thimble, its shape discussed at a celestial seminar where Sun and Moon are merely attendees, two out of ten-thousand. The fruit is not on a bush beneath a tree in some…
Now and Again
“Now we return to the lily”
Tommy Orange’s Powwow: Stage or Symbol?
If you were writing a novel and you had something you really needed to say, from deep down in the marrow of your bones, wouldn’t you love to turn the setting for your story’s climactic moments into a perfect stage upon which your characters could play out their final scenes, while at the same timeContinue reading “Tommy Orange’s Powwow: Stage or Symbol?”
To Train In Rejoicing
“We can train in rejoicing in even the smallest blessings our life holds. It’s easy to miss our own good fortune; often happiness comes in ways we don’t even notice. It’s like the cartoon I saw of an astonished-looking man saying What was that?! The caption below read ‘Bob experiences a moment of well-being’. TheContinue reading “To Train In Rejoicing”
Making Conversation
Turn over the stone of what is not true to discover what is possible…
Many Rivers
You have known many takers, known many givers, walked many pathways, crossed many rivers. Maybe you’ve known a husband or two, some lovers or wives. You’ve died a few deaths, lived a few lives. You have been a seeker, you have been a finder, you have found the forgotten and remained a reminder. You have worn many costumesContinue reading “Many Rivers”
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