Category: Meditation
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Daily practice
My muscles tear for you, infinitely small and subtle, healing and tearing again. In time, I am bent to fit you, my edges sanding down, curves softening, wrapping through yours, less opposite, more flexible, able to twist with your twistings, sigh with your sighs, wonder with your wonderings — a multitudinous one. I dissolve, I…
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Francisco stop
Francisco stop Cool, damp dawn air, soft thuds of platform planks, long row of barely kept garages, the alley easement, weedy vines finding life on the chain-linked fences running along the tracks and the wooden gates of tiny yards. The city has its own nature, breathing as it does in these quiet between times. A…
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My window at night, vi
Dark light dark light dark light dark light aspen leaves flip and turn back and forth and around, soft sequins mirroring the six-sided moon, imperceptible, but just enough to slow time, open hazy wonder — dark light dark light dark light dark light dark light —
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Top of the White Trail
The first sense you have is of the isolation and how disorienting it feels to not see anyone, even a stranger.
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My window at night, v
Is it time yet? As I study you, I think not. You have decided not to show yourself, and I can see no further into you. Let us wait together, and here and there take turns teasing, poking, putting on — and perhaps by accident reveal a surprise to us both. —————————- This is part…
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My window at night, iv
Breathe air into my words. Give them spaciousness, room to roam and be flexed, to be held, warmed, to have fingers run across them, pausing, to know the sense of being swallowed bit by bit, or held on the tongue. Let them open up onto the prairie to play in all the adventure of the…
Poems from in between 