Category: Meditation
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Versa
specks of rain tap on dark window; tree branch lit by streetlight swaying we rest on shoulders of night breeze, hemming, hawing through hours, wet air, open window ego pulls this way, that; shadows rock up, down walls; ever stirs our little pot of storm — shame, pride, joy, disappointment, shame, pride, joy, tap, breeze,…
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Karma
I sat here at this table many years ago. The door was on State then, not Chicago; three shops sold coffee here since. On Tuesday evenings, a homeless man muttered to himself at the window, staring into his coffee, while I ran through course notes at the next table, coughing on his stench, not knowing…
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It is a mystery
It is a mystery, some prefer to say. But this loss holds me still, years of confusion, hunching towards this, that — perhaps spiritual decline, perhaps a more ordinary plight. Either way, the residue stains. It is that purple stubbornness I cannot separate from, prevents perspective, cannot see at all if not through it.
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All things dissolve
holding out, holding in breathing out, breathing in revolving in, out of grasp rolling forward, retreating glow of strangeness, familiarity a curtain swaying across the sill between isolation, intimacy images flip, return to face me who we were, who we become where we were, where we find ourselves what we knew then, what we still…
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Muse
all the books we read together you over my shoulder, I over yours in the stumbles over words, unwieldy sentences, empty space before thoughts slowly form when we wander without aim you hold your breath, allowing chaos to braid into sense and unravel yet again
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Brown Elephant
where we deposit all sins of excess, failed solutions, self-lies to find their next hatching. You absorb each one without judgment, our grandmother buddha, tenderly ignoring the endless missteps worked by this scrum of larkers. We spin on, sneak your cookies, refuse to sit still. Through it all, you maintain your meditative hour, at the…
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