Poetry
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Still Life
Lying in the cool roomCeiling fan hummingCat curled up in sleep Skin cooled by shadeA book lies open, forgottenCandlelight dances on the wall Nowhere to beEverything to savor Continue reading
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The Light of Attention
Whatever may comemotion, rest, both are welcomereturn to the breath ** Joy or sufferingin each feeling, a doorwayback into the now ** Mind sharp or fogged inthe light of attention glowsalways there to touch ** This moment, this breathawareness calls… Continue reading
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Saturday Walk
Alone, I wander the neighborhoodLawns buzzing with mowersSoap suds slide off shining carsBeneath a cotton-draped sky The grass beams green with pridePebbles crunch beneath each step Nothing is out of placeEverything simply is Continue reading
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A Mind of Gratitude
When the mind turns toward gratitudeSoft & open as morning lightWe see the world anewNot as burden, but as blessing We offer what we haveWe give without grasping When we share our loveNot as owners but as streamsWe become the… Continue reading
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Love Lives Here
Scrambled eggs, homemade biscuitsA tribute to the women before Ancestors in every careful gestureTheir ways folded into the dough Fresh coffee steams in the morning lightA dog barks, cats slip between shadows Sunlight spills through parted curtainsAnother day softly arrives… Continue reading
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Utterly Free
Puffy white cloud glides through the skyUnhurried, untouched by careWrapped in a robe of brilliant blueBathed in summer lightIt drifts, it yawnsA lazy dog in the sunBlissfully naïveUtterly free Continue reading
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Chasing Peace
I ran hard, breathless, chasing peaceI scoured every shadow for truthDove into the wreckage of memoryScraped at the past, hoping it would yield light Then, I veered into the futureNavigating the roads of what-ifEach step more anxious than the lastLost… 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
God Is In The Radio 