Category: Bite-sized sampler
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Day 4
let us begin here, at the temple of helplessness, to grieve proper the angels caught unawares, before awareness even
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White rose in November blooming
as if you cannot wait for the snow, as if you open wide to remind us that November holds both summer and winter. We learn from you to prepare for any crazy thing, to carry our burdens lightly so we might dare to bloom if given even half a chance.
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In ordinary time
Dust stirs as I walk to your door, hat by my side. Long pond lies still, weeds bending, expectant. How many steps like this in how many galaxies on earth unrecounted? They come, they go, dust tumbles round footprints, shuffling in and out, as if deciding what shall be be.
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On healing and revolution
Gazing up this terrible mountain, you say, love is not enough, though when I add together everything else and stack it high above my head, everything else is not enough either. So I fall back on love, and it nudges me back to the task of gathering everything I can find – a pick ax,…
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11/20
Earth grieves each November, again finds itself wailing in sorrow, refusing to get out of bed. For its own tears and distresses, the world collapses into itself, spends the month grinding through cold damp, discordant winds, while its resistance slips away into the long lonely meditation that always follows death. ———- From Li Po, “Listening…
Poems from in between 