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Fragments, 8.1.25
Don’t white-knuckle life like it’s the steering wheel on a runaway clown car. The tighter you squeeze, the more the clowns cry in the backseat. ** Everything’s on its way to becoming something else. Grip too hard, and it wriggles… Continue reading
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Blessed Are The Weary Souls
Blessed are the burned out, those racing through each hectic day, barely holding on, struggling to make rent, and find moments of rest. Blessed are the doomscrollers, glued to their screens and unable to look away, horrified by the headlines… Continue reading
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A Heretic’s Prayer
I spit psalms to the God of SufferingThat old butcher in the cloudsHe shatters me for sportFlings my soul against the walls of heavenCalls it love He is not my shepherdHe is the storm that breaks the mastThe fire that… Continue reading
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All Hunger Begs
All hunger begs for the divineeven as we kneel before false idolssacrificing ourselves in the smoke of lesser fires The aching body does not lieit howls for unityin sweat-slick beds of remorse Vice, sticky & sweetbecomes the damp trailback to… Continue reading
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The Listening Spell
When we descend into the quietinto the velvet dark of true listeningwe enter the chapel of another soulnot to bind, not to breakbut to witness Their sorrow speaks in riddleswrapped in centuries of silencea ghost at the edge of their… Continue reading
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Just Like the Sky
Cherry buds unbloomno need to rush the morningthe sun knows its time Cicadas hum loudStill, the heart waits without needthis heat is enough Leaves release their gripeven falling has its gracewind will hold them all Snow hushes the fieldno one… Continue reading
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Summer Offering
I make peace with summerlay down resistance to its splendorI surrender to the turningthe ache of seasonal shift Let the sun burn through meLet the sweat bead & blessLet the insects chant their buzzing songsthe weeds rising wild in the… Continue reading
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Heaven’s Shell
In the shadows beneath the eaveswhere silence curls & sorrow grievesa cradle stirs with a sound so slightblind-born mice in dreamless night Their nest, a cradle built of dustof feathered hope & softened rustnow trembles at a distant songa sparrow’s… Continue reading
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The Path Before You Will Not Wait
If the way before you lies dim & bareAnd shadows linger in the midnight airHow shall you know where your footsteps treadAmong the silent ranks of the dead? Patience dwells not in distant flameNor hides in halls that whisper your… Continue reading
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Emptiness Alive
I think, so I amDescartes spoke, and thought took rootPhilosophy wakes But if thought should fadelike mist rising from still pondswhat then, who remains? In breath without nameZen begins where thinking endsSilence knows the way No mind, no ideajust the… Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 