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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