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…what’s love got to do, got to do with it? what’s love but a second hand emotion?* Been thinking lately About how love is both universal and probably the most misunderstood human state of being. What’s love got to do with it? It’s easier to say what love is not. It’s not a feeling. It’s [...]
“You shouldn’t have been afraid. You’ll never lose me. Love doesn’t work that way. It goes on forever.” Iris Johansen as Eve Duncan in “Eight Days to Live” Mature love, transcendent love, BIG love. The love of self, while loving all beings, knowing the connectedness in a much bigger, wider picture of all that is. [...]
Every day I See more clearly From my perch Atop the river. I watch its Constant motion Ever flowing, Truly, never done. Some days I float too Buoyed by peace and Directed by confidence. Other days I imagine a Deep, dark, dungeon; A current Pulling me under. The pulsing pressure Gives the illusion of Potential [...]
you’ve already ignored your list of wants now write your honey piece you with your honey hair and honey eyes and amber dripping words Blink those honey eyes which It is not the sweetness but the glow warmth And absolute life A light source of something that feeds Honey ears that (swallow your words) Honey [...]
In my Tempur-Pedic knock-off bed 400 count soft as down baby blue sheets warm comforter made from geese I’ll never personally know snuggled with my shedding wolf-dog room darkened with richly colored curtains I rest. Floating on dreams of alternate identities. And yet Knowing that millions of children sleep with their eyes open in case [...]
Lots of blogs have a ‘books I’m reading’ section. They always make me feel a little guilty. I’m always and forever reading piles of paper books, but these days don’t finish too many of them. The real books I’m reading are The quality of soil that little plants like. The quality of sunlight that they [...]
Lying little tremors Who knows their damned source? And yet Maybe they are the extending ripples of the Heart at play with itself. “Our hearts are a storm she trembles at.“ Kuan Yin It is unfortunate that Buddhism’s most enduring contribution to the world has been insufficiently translated as compassion. The original Sanskrit word is [...]
There will be no trembling here. This soft membrane’s stillness is vulnerable; Like an exposed underbelly with no defenses. It has come under attack by forces far removed Nameless, faceless forces That threaten with stormy, capsizing seas. But I let the threat be closer than it had to be I failed to find the inner [...]
This is the way it goes: I walk to the grocery store to get something for dinner. Right around the corner, right after passing the corner house with its rickety wire fence and its two giant great dane sized dogs, I passed the white house. I passed it right as a little girl reached the [...]
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