Monthly Archives: August 2017

The Hole

Maybe this is the time when we begin to notice there is a large hole in the center of our chest. We are no longer naive, we know how it got there, now we realize even our slightest thoughts have … Continue reading

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Obsolescence

It may seem at first as if they’ve fallen into a kind of lingering despair, yet if we were to just sit quietly with them for awhile, perhaps for an Autumn afternoon, and watch as the tiny dust motes float … Continue reading

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Done, Part 4

The words of the holy ones ceased long ago to console me. I was shown what that amounts to — a torn-off leaf in the wind. Still, there’s a certain kind of knowledge: an Asian Pear tree grows in my … Continue reading

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Done, Part 3

There is a kind of forgiveness nobody else can grant us. We want to be forgiven for being born. We do not know how we got to wherever this is. Still, we carry a secret guilt for merely being here. … Continue reading

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Done, Part 2

It seems for a moment that someone is with me, looking out through my eyes, drinking my coffee, thinking my thoughts. I try to find this person, but it is futile. How much futility transpires between the moment we first … Continue reading

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Done

I awaken and sit on the side of my bed, briefly considering my options for the day. After a moment, the mind goes quiet. It is nice, just sitting here, quietly. The day turns into night, and then it is … Continue reading

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I Watched You Sleeping

I watched you sleeping in your chair. In time, I realized how I love this chair. It’s like a soft gentle cloud hovering over the earthy landscape of our beige and black rug, an airborne prairie schooner sailing smoothly across … Continue reading

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