Poetry
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Each Second is a Universe
A breath in stillnessa whole world begins to bloomthen fades into peace The ticking is softbut inside each quiet beata cosmos unfolds Time is not movingit opens like a flowerpetal by petal Even now it singsthe sacred in each momenta… Continue reading
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Litany for the Devouring Saints
Praise the roads of dirt & drowningWinding through the marrow’s prayerPraise the earth that drinks our hungerPraise the sea that drowns despair Praise the eater, the mouth of heavenAnd the eaten, bone & breadPraise the lamb & praise the slaughterPraise… Continue reading
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She Who Sings Him Still
My song shall not sound cold to himNo, it shall burn through the fog of the moorA darkened chain drawn tight with hymnTo pull him where the black tides pour In my deep wave, he’ll find your hairTangling in seaweed,… Continue reading
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Litany of the Crooked Hands
I start shouting with my handsbut my fingers are bentlike thorns twisted in a crownno saint ever meant Once, they held the holy breadlifted chalice toward the sunnow they clutch at vanished veilsand pray to be undone I tried to… Continue reading
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The Ropes Before the Grave
Hope for truth while warm blood still singsNot when your bones wear funeral ringsLeap—leap now—into the fire of nightWhile the moon still casts your name in light Salvation’s not for the tomb or bellIt blooms before the final knellWhat you… Continue reading
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The Way of Freedom
Do not seek freedom as a placesome distant heaven paved in stillnessa throne where pain cannot kneel Freedom is not a gate you reachbut a river you become It is not the absence of stormbut the grace to walk barefoot… Continue reading
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The Unthinking Hour
We speak of life beneath a veilAfraid to gaze too long, too deepFor thought, that serpent, loves to coilAround the truths we dare not keep To walk, to breathe, to wear the skinIs to forget the ghost withinWe dine with… Continue reading
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Let the Word be a Seed
I walk & ask for a wordnot from books or sermonsbut from the sounds betweena pigeon’s wing & tree root’s dream I ask the breeze what names it carrieswhat syllables it weaves into the air Sometimes a leaf answerssometimes the… Continue reading
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To See One’s Shadow
The greatest gift is not wrapped in ribbonnor spoken in perfect toneit is the quiet unfolding of selfthe soft shedding of confusion’s thorn To see one’s shadow without flinchingto sit with the ache & not runto name the tempest within… Continue reading
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Time’s Quiet Shore
All that I wantedwas all that I hadno kingdom, no treasurejust stillness unclad A breath in the morninga glance full of lighta few words of mercyin the silence before night I held it like incensea flicker, a flamea moment that… Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 