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The world around us

04 Saturday Apr 2015

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Packs of begging children roam Delhi streets,

walk through traffic,

reach into open taxi windows-

western faces a target.

How they got there, how they are organized,

how they get by,

is undoubtedly a terrible story.

Meanwhile, there are those of us choosing

to suffer to be closer to God.

Delusion is thick if hurting that which is sacred

appears to be a requirement of the Infinite;

as if living fully the life given isn’t enough to remove

a blindness placing the gates of heaven without.

Returning our vision,

to where muscle moves blood,

and lungs exchange air, and

kindness becomes a language of its own-

there

we remember our Divinity.

In coming home,

we find refuge and

stop harming the world around us.

Each salty drop

01 Wednesday Apr 2015

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In your cringe

and bite

following another’s ignorant words,

pain.

Not the pain of a current slash of the knife

but of a gash inflicted long before self and other

stepped far enough apart to decide, even,

if they wanted to dance.

Knowing requires time, 

recognition of habit a road winding into distant hills-

the shape your tears will mimic.

May strength and a giggle well up

along with each salty drop.

In warm dark

19 Thursday Mar 2015

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Older even than yesterday,

not by loss or separation but

through integration.

Finding one’s bones calls together pieces

held apart

by the paralysis of stories requesting endings.

When settled back into bones,

whole now,

a new story begins.

Fire and Wind,

Light and Shadow,

Earth and Water,

the pairs learn

where to weave their edges-

fingers finding each other in warm dark.

This is full movement,

empowerment,

the invitation of Being.

For that,

there are no words.

You call my name

15 Sunday Mar 2015

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You call my name

when I go to that place I don’t understand,

the one where the word for terror was unknown.

Your firm, tender voice reaches in,

helps pull me out

of history that feels like a drowning.

Reclamation becomes devotion.

New birds continue to perch on the tree,

a proof the threatening waters

did not claim me.

When you call, I return 

from somewhere losing its strength

to possess.

Difficult to say,

but I couldn’t do this alone.

I hear you call,

Thank you.

Spiral shells

23 Monday Feb 2015

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Experts at falling apart,
those who can shatter without shattering,
grasp that what is viewed as breaking
is only breaking through.
Smaller selves
crack
when outgrown.
Vastness bucks at containment.
The skills gained
that serve and save and form
may rest,
tools placed in their box,
upon reaching the precipice,
gazing out, and gathering in
this knowing-
Spiral shells can also be exited
from their opening,
even as larger spirals
await
to house you.

Deafness

23 Monday Feb 2015

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When the words
fall
on deaf ears,
I wonder, what’s it like in there?
Static?
A song on replay?
My sound doesn’t tingle the switch,
the spectrum of frequencies a foreign language.
I used to scream to be heard.
I used to hand out the code
to what others thought was encrypted.
Now, the fire behind these eyes
that licked the ceiling high
if I couldn’t get through,
has real wind to respond to.
My lips rest
when the noiseless collision
of intent
reaches my own deafness.

I follow

14 Saturday Feb 2015

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In the dissonance of debate,
Now or Then,
the neural net catches me,
catches me.
I am the ball,
bouncing,
finding flight, then falling.
Breath runs from here.
The decision, made, not to chase it.
Carried forward in blind twists,
I trust.
I trust the flashes and twitching
are informants of a coming world,
a less mirrored place encompassing
what was,
a daisy-chain of stars,
within what is,
a popping wildflowered celestial body.
The road is serpentine,
its body thin, fast, intricately patterned.
And I follow,
I follow.

Approach her knowing

06 Friday Feb 2015

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Walking away,
woman with half face stands
where I’d been,
calling me to her in stolid silence.
She, an anatomical waning moon,
skin missing.
Her muscles and unprotected eye,
blood vessels and nerves and skull,
within her wholeness,
watch-
calling me back.
I turn, meet her eyes,
and approach her knowing,
nothing but this, nothing but this.