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The grain mill

27 Sunday Mar 2016

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Stretches

(or pockets,

or loop-de-loops)

of time

(meaningless time)

in transition

with sensations of being ground

in the grain mill,

where would we be without them?

In a blistering wind

anger rises and hands us the energy

to do away 

with a trail of uselessness hitching

to our backsides.

(Why were we dragging that marriage/house/walrus again?)

Without halting in mad winds

who jostle our brains and

send hairs flying

we’d not have noticed the 872 pounds

of shit

attached to our spines

which

we can now let go of.

Hallelujah for stopping

to strike the match of compassionate flame

and throwing it on

a tinderbox of ancient nonsense.

Your next offering

24 Thursday Mar 2016

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When things fall apart,

rest.

Pieces

litter the floor,

and probably your heart.

Let them.

A new equilibrium

finds itself

in the passing of light into dark

and back again.

Art gives time

another meaning.

The brokennesses-

curious remnants of another life-

are nothing.

Simply raw material

for the most exquisite

mosaic

and

your next offering

of soul.

Searing darkness

17 Thursday Mar 2016

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How searing the Darkness.

Sights, dismissed, rise

through earthquaking uplift,

making smaller even

the microstrains of normalcy.

Withholding time from the forgotten,

the never known,

ends

when what had been thrown aside speaks,

“I am you.”

Thank the breath still given and

every fiber of your being

for the strength

to bring the orphaned and hated and dispossessed

close enough

to see the pain in their eyes,

and to assemble what Light

does soothe.

Stars burst into being

15 Tuesday Mar 2016

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I am not your secret,

a thimble to tuck in a pocket.

Entire universes buck

at being diminished thus.

Fires rage, planets tremble,

stars burst into being.

If contracting a life into bite-size squares

soothes your longing,

please chop yourself to pieces instead.

Thimbles protect.

Creation expands…

Heavy rain

11 Friday Mar 2016

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Heavy rain keeps falling,

and the creek keeps rising, singing

the canyon to sleep and the flowers awake.

Now, little wildflowers, now.

In the disturbance of sliding mud and uprooting trees,

every sweet squall and turbid cycle

does call us

to raise our heads

and offer a soft smile

as we are washed clean.