Category: Meditation
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If this were my only way to you
I turn, seeking the hawk to bring my message to you, to receive yours to me, and wonder if he shall bend his wings toward me, ever or now, to dip into my heart and take from it that note, most unmixed, to swirl its eternal wings to the expanding night, to all of the…
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This foggy rain
Standing in this foggy rain, it is reasonable, no, expected, to mark a little obscure, so let me begin to explain why poetry would have no need to be written if we all stood here right now in this foggy rain, cold dampness seeping through, its heavy cedar and pine its drizzling down the world…
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Day 30
April is perfect in all conceivable ways apart from the pining separation from November’s divine dark
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Day 29
of all the angels who wandered and waited or not who landed before me here, there, what brings you to face me now? unwitting teacher player of basketball transient night flier, subtle questioner, what have you revealed of me?
