Category: Meditation
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I think of love
I think of love as something that grows form as it ages, sometimes firm, sometimes round, broadening, ambling if allowed. I think of love as an elemental discovery, unwrapping itself time and again, ever revealing eccentricities, hope, a whipped dog who greets the morning with joy. Yes, even then. I think of love as the…
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8/12
Aspen leaves flip and flash waking the glass-covered wall behind; dark when my mind pauses, bright when my mind stirs. What is genuine, true? Tell me, when you flip and flash and the wall behind you holds its light like a mountain on fire? My mind is ignored, perhaps except for this one aspen that…
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Space
how it is our first and final loss how it is always here and not here how the way I dress for work preserves it, letting the things of girlhood fall away how you forgot why you were excited to get up by the time you poured your coffee how you ambled back into the…
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When digging in my garden
Open spade cleaves mud, unwraps under-earth’s treasure-trove — twisted wires of plant roots clinging deep, no repentance, no shame. I ask when will you break free, leave us alone, untangle this mess? You grip on, silent as black, churning in your own direction, to your own end, to ours.
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7/15
blue jay caws swell the faraway echo, drawing us near our sandy bluff — breezes wrap, spin us round, return us round
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