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On Hope

Posted on May 21, 2016 by skipavm@gmail.com

If you give a deaf man a colorful music box with an ethereal dancing figurine within it. Do you hope that he hears the music? Do you hope that he enjoys the visual beauty and pirouette of the ballerina? Or … Continue reading →

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On Sorrow

Posted on May 21, 2016 by skipavm@gmail.com

Too often we treat sorrow as the shadow in the light that is better-off ignored. We might find it as the single black sheep in the flock that doesn’t see the white sheep as different. This thin and mangled dog … Continue reading →

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Spring Heart

Posted on April 26, 2016 by skipavm@gmail.com

Spring is a time of renewal. I’ve had more springtimes than years. Some kind of daily vernal awareness dawns. Something changes and there is a slight ache before the buds unfold, yet it is all serene and beautiful.  There are … Continue reading →

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One Stays, One Leaves

Posted on April 21, 2016 by skipavm@gmail.com

So long as we hide within the shadows in the fields behind our own abode, the heart is never empty, the heart is never full. And so all wayfarers eventually leave seeking their own light thereby missing the flame that could have been yours, and in … Continue reading →

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Fire within the Moth

Posted on April 19, 2016 by skipavm@gmail.com

There must be a bit of the fire within the moth, to be so ecstatically drawn to the flame; even the candle light itself dances ecstatically, nourished by the scent of singed wings. tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle

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Never Ending Spells of Bliss

Posted on April 17, 2016 by skipavm@gmail.com

Just beneath the expressive notes of the consoling ney (reed flute) I hear the current of His breath carrying the burden of the neyzen’s lamenting song. Such intimacy between the lips of man and the kiss of his Creator reveals … Continue reading →

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Dervishes in a Raindrop

Posted on March 22, 2016 by skipavm@gmail.com

I am a raindrop cradled in the center of a hyacinth sprout. My silhouette shown In its verdant cup. There below the azure, above the green leaf’s blade, stands a circle of dervishes in reflected shades of gray. A silent gathering … Continue reading →

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People Are No Different (#25wtT)

Posted on March 12, 2016 by skipavm@gmail.com

We think we know, But we cannot see Spring, we only sense its signs, its buds and blossoms, breezes, and fragrance. People are no different. tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle

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The Friend

Posted on March 12, 2016 by skipavm@gmail.com

A friend arrives so silently through the shadowed wings of our own hearts. Even when you seem alone, on the stage of life’s great drama, the mere awareness of them dilutes a hurtful memory, soothes a troubling situation, and dispels the … Continue reading →

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#25wtT (vol 2) Skipping Stones

Posted on March 12, 2016 by skipavm@gmail.com

It’s often more meaningful to drop a precious gem into the depths of another’s heart than skip a stone across the surface of their ocean. tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle

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