What might peace look like?

15 Sunday Nov 2015

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With blood running
in all our veins,
couldn’t we wonder instead
what we have in common?
We look to the skin, to the beliefs,
to what keeps us apart,
yet
hearts still entrain,
breathing seeks outer rhythms,
laughter lights eyes like the moon above..
Birth, death,
we share the same doorways
for a brief span here
together
on Earth.
What might peace look like
if we search
for what connects us
in the web of creation?
Our time is short,
the effects of war long.
Could we meet on a dark street
unafraid
and mutually glad for the passing
of a stranger?

frequency

13 Friday Nov 2015

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few share this frequency,
but when the coin hits water,
when the hand beats drum,
when the eye reflects ray-
when image strikes surface of heart,
motion begins,
sound travels,
and we gather anew.

early november

06 Friday Nov 2015

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following the first rains,

earth perfumes the head

as damp and bay laurel and redwood rise skyward.

ferns unpin their curls at the feet of oaks.

kite and crow skirmish loudly

high above the crown of yellowing sycamore.

the river’s voice returns-

live music is never the same twice.

The first drops to hit

02 Monday Nov 2015

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Yellow finches are preparing for rain.

While quick sky changes cast shifting light,

the fountain hypnotizes with song.

A ceramic mug of black tea rests on a knee,

and imagined scenes play out in my head.

With the wind tossing strands of hair,

I realize,

staying for the first drops to hit

may be the baptism I’ve been waiting for.