Category Archives: Prose

Naked Mind & Laundry

Early Saturday morning. A cup of hot Chai tea. Cool summer wind. Grey sky. Softly swaying wildflowers. And a lonely bird. I soak in everything. A holistic engagement with life. No need for logic. No interrogation. No arrogance. Only humility. … Continue reading

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And I Just Go On

…the moment…present…I cannot see far and wide…nor can I fall back…this is what it is…this is where I am…enclosing yet expansive…there are no borders…but I feel confinement…the journey then is how I make the most of where I am right … Continue reading

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Until it Becomes Me

An early morning and this profound poetic statement: love is a place & through this place of love move (with brightness of peace) all places. ~e.e. cummings I love the thought…I am reflecting deep enough…until I find the essence…until I … Continue reading

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Shadow of Moving Thoughts

…Saturday…3:21 in the afternoon…an almost empty coffee shop…a cup of coffee…a cranberry/blueberry bran muffin…a pen and a notebook…i try to write…i labor…i sweat…i struggle…thoughts in a twirl and swirl…they do not make sense…the first line of the poem is as … Continue reading

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An Intimacy Reduced by a River of Tears

…your lovely face so serene…listening, just listening…mutely witnessing…an overarching emptiness fills-up and numbs…an external manifestation of stillness that moves…it is a different landscape in the silence of the night…in the land of the silent, I felt the full enhancement of … Continue reading

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It is More About the Heart

…there it is, the presence of the absence…hard to ignore…you see something…you hear a song…you smell something familiar…it appears invisibly as if on cue…as I remember…as I reminisce…it is in remembering that I can clearly make sense of the definition … Continue reading

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It Is Just What It Is

…it is an engaged private moment…an eloquent communion…when I clearly notice the soft shaft of light…when I see the outline of a leaf…when I hear my own breathing…even hearing the sound of silence…it is an expected intimacy…in all honesty…without prejudice…there … Continue reading

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And I Simply Surrender

…there was a conscious silence that tender afternoon as I was seized by a deep longing…and I spoke to you in the silence of my heart…and then I realized that it is in not seeing you that I think of … Continue reading

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As Clarity Emerges in the Silence of the Woods

…the visual acuity and stillness of the leaves…they seem to speak and invite…an invitation and evocation of the universality of certain truths…of soulful meanings…and of wisdom…and insights…and I am enamored by the mystery of the silent existence of a space … Continue reading

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In This Place of No Pretention

…gently easing into a cinema of light…everything is all light…pure…striking…radiant…and all meanings dissolve in one form…of no regrets nor complications…a romantic spaciousness that bears no borders…and therein lies the richness of tranquility that surpasses understanding…in this place of no pretensions…where … Continue reading

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