creative writing
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The In-Between
Deep in the woods, in a cabin worn by wind and time, Robert had passed many solitary days and nights. He’d long since grown weary of the world. Once a journalist, now a self-styled spiritual exile, he rarely spoke of… Continue reading
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The Birdsong
The birdsong is musicDrifting through morning air I wonder how they liveHow they loveHow they speak each other’s names They sing so tenderlySurely they knowWe are listening, too Continue reading
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Soft Rain
Soft rain falls from an ashen skyThe earth drinks deepWater & soil in quiet flowEach thing needs the other Continue reading
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My Guest House
I grasp for happinessWarm & fleetingBut it races away I push against sorrowMean & unwelcomeBut it refuses to leave So insteadI open the door wideInvite them both inMake them teaLet them sit awhile Eventually, they riseSmile & nodThen quietly leave… Continue reading
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Each Day a Mystery
Past & presentFuture & now Empires rise, flowers bloomBoth destined to fall Lives flicker into beingFade just as gently The sun risesThe sun sets We wake each morningIn a world remade Carrying fresh fearsCradling new hopes What will today hold?How… Continue reading
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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
God Is In The Radio 