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Monthly Archives: April 2013
Swing Time
Freedom – it’s a door that’s always open, yet nobody passes through. Some try to make themselves small enough to squeeze through, others big enough to smash the door and burst through – neither realizing this door swings on … Continue reading
Waiting
From out of the haze of the red dust towns I crawled towards this mountain in a stupor, an amnesia, urged on by some faint impulse sprung from nowhere, pushing ever forward in a dream of motion, as if these … Continue reading
Here Is Where
I’ve been drunk for as long as I can remember,though it’s not on wine crushed from any grapes. Now I stagger through these flickering realms,dreamy realms of time’s unraveling, cloudsand sun alternating, unnoticed, unbidden. A busy hum of tiny mayflies … Continue reading
Afternoon of the Locusts
In an afternoon of locust sound the red-tailed hawk alights upon a broad and sturdy walnut tree, all grown alone in meadow gold, turning in a blueness that swirls tree and hunter equally into the vast approaching night of moon-lace … Continue reading
Have a Heart
This heart is a work in progress, with much more yet to be revealed. What’s not revealed will be in time so there’s no rush, no finish line, no chimes to peal, nor one last meal before the flickering lights … Continue reading
Tonight
Tonight, nothing makes a difference. Blown along cold coasts of reason, the wordless breeze is winding down now to a softer part of the feeling, is warm on the tip of the eye I am keeping like a lover … Continue reading
Change
Those who see, say little, content to mirror all creation, yet since I’m speaking with nobody, I suppose I might as well relax a while and enjoy the one-way conversation! We tend to believe there’s something in life which … Continue reading
The Work
For earnest pilgrims on the path, truth can be a most consuming flame when there are illusions left to burn. When it gets too hot we may complain, though it’s only light, doing its job, until the lesson’s learned. Stick … Continue reading
Nothing Is Revealed
Bending to drink from a clear mountain pool in the cooling shade of a late afternoon, I glimpsed my reflection and laughed out loud – I saw a head grown wild with hair, no longer known to its owner! The … Continue reading
Rest and Relaxation
First of all, stop worrying — it’s pointless, although saying that is pointless too! In the dreamy drama of existence, nobody is actually implicated. Truly, “nobody” is our original condition, before the urge to fret crept up on us. Whatever … Continue reading