Category Archives: Existentialism

The Walk

The sky is dark…wet street…melting snow…so cold…I just walk…thoughts come and go…rows of townhouses, some with lights on…glowing streetlights…line of trees patiently waiting for spring…the silence of winter…I hear my breathing…my mind wanders…in all of these things, it is all … Continue reading

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I Just Know

It is not easy to forget…it is deeply embedded in a place where the heart rules…it is a mystery, this human heart… and in the deep hour of longing…in the empty space of solitude…in the fullness of melancholy…and in the … Continue reading

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Still A Mystery

I think of the Leaves rustling and then falling in the silence of the cold November night…it has to happen…and soon they will be gone…that’s how it is…this fleeting thing…I know everything has to end…and then I look out the … Continue reading

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As Autumn Leaves Congregate

Autumn leaves congregate until, until the are no more movements. And the landscape is quiet. It is a sacramental moment.

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The Wisdom of Silence

wordless, a thousand things unfolded.

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As I Wonder…

Alone in this cold and gray September morning. And in this moment I deeply surrender to the pale sunlight, the rustling leaves and the blowing wind, the wet grass that is still green and those quiet flowers. But there are … Continue reading

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It is All About What it is

The day rises and falls yet in the grace of existence it is all about what is in the moment.

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As My Heart Tells Me So

I enter the domain of silence and I reflect and find calmness and clarity as I simply live in the moment as I get a glimpse of the faint light of my soul and my gut quivers and then I … Continue reading

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Birth

9:02 PM, Friday The coffee shop is unusually half-full but I sense an intense unseen presence of an infinite space so expansive that is beyond words… and then I look beyond the confines of this coffee shop and my mind, … Continue reading

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It is in the Rain and that Faint Light

It is about to rain as I write this. The sky is grey and there is that faint light. There is that ambivalence and and also the equivalence. I wait for the sweet smell of grass after the rain and … Continue reading

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