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Monthly Archives: August 2015
The “hidden potential” and the “emptiness” of all things
Here is the irony with visiting our own wilderness – as soon as we get there, it’s no longer wild. How does one remain still with such compelling curiosity? How does the ney flute remain silent, when its purpose as the once … Continue reading
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Matt’s Rancho Martinez
I was sitting at Matt’s Rancho Martinez outside Dallas. I caught the blurr of a waiter zooming by with shots on his tray. It’s a loud place – reminds me of the echoing noise of my grade school gymnasiums I guess. … Continue reading
Posted in character sketch, essay, vignette
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The Passenger
Was it frightening when I went away? I miss you, when I used to know you. “I suppose. Were your journeys difficult? Because I’m still here…climbing, and I miss you too.” I would often scan the signalling stars and wish … Continue reading
Posted in love poems, Poems Beyond Their Words, poetry
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Darkness Longs for Its Shadow
I find myself in darkness now…and it’s here I wish to linger. Darkness, an old friend who listens to my enlightening stories with a sardonic grin and small dagger that he slowly but deftly twirls in his fingers. He knows … Continue reading
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