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Stones On The Shore
Like stones on the seashore, we too are fragments of something larger, something greater. We too are individual yet connected. We too are washed up here from another realm, only to return to it. We too are picked up and thrown back, out of this sphere of gravity and oxygen, back out of a place… Continue reading
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We Cannot Wait
We cannot wait for things to be different, for things to be perfect, for things to meet our requirements. We cannot wait for everyone’s approval. We cannot wait for the certainty that everyone will like what we have to say. We cannot wait for ourselves to feel less afraid. We cannot wait for the coast to… Continue reading
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On Working With The Creative Powers
This is a wonderful excerpt from the book Blue Pastures by Mary Oliver. It is not about an artist’s discipline, that is an entirely different subject. Rather, it’s about making oneself available at all times to one’s ideas and creative powers. “I am absent-minded, reckless, heedless of social obligations. It is as it must be. … Continue reading
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Let Me Become
Let me become a master of listening, a student of surrender. May a strong and blossoming tree grow from the root of all my fears, a tree with the innate knowledge of how to bend with the wind. I have much to learn from the ferryman who spends his life taking people across the river,… Continue reading
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Dream Catcher
A dream of bamboo groves and flickering candles. A dream of sitting in meditation, of the alchemy of bees bringing about the reality of honey, of the heart lifting, of a tormented heart and eyes grown world-weary. A dream of desire stirring below the navel, of a starry sky like a great milk-swelled breast, of… Continue reading
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Intersection
A swirl of motion disguised as effortless. Notions innumerable, channeled by a single consciousness and dismissed. Pandemonium, orchestrated as if by grand design. Sirens, horns, voices, shoes, wheels, engines, commerce, commotion, patches of persistent quiet. A rich harvest of information passing through the needle’s eye of a moment’s fraction. Another wave breaking in the audio-visual… Continue reading
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Genesis
Good morning swollen and veiled moon, trees whose blossoms are about to erupt. Good morning sun, disc of fire piercing the place where stars froze and crackled in monumental quiet only moments before. Good morning to the owl’s hushed song sliding outward from a deep pocket among the boughs, to the banshee-wailing of belts beneath… Continue reading
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Fastenings
What if you yourself didn’t want anything, what if you spent measureless lengths of time just people-watching, ruminating, taking notes of where your mind traveled to, at once engaged yet unaffected, an explorer holding the oar gently as he rows upriver, a tourist observing wide swaths of gold made by the afternoon sun as they… Continue reading
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Many Brothers
Connection erases age, weakens constraints, strengthens the bond of brotherhood. I have crossed many valleys. I have loved many brothers. Treetops creak and bang the way the screen door did in my own lost boyhood. A wind has risen. Dying leaves pray for us all as they descend, knowing how to honor their own wisdom.… Continue reading
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Noblesse Oblige
A medallion of liverwurst, a dish of warm milk. Even these, you hardly wanted in the end. You looked at the water in your bowl as if it were a stranger to you. No more did you come to the kitchen at the sound of a can being opened, the clinking of dry food against… Continue reading
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