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Revelations Along the Path: First Soliloquy
Along the spiritual path, we delve into realms That send tiny truth fairies to us – like wisps of snow Polishers, sharpeners, honing stones, tuning forks They make us sensitive and aware and yet it is subtle The affects of … Continue reading
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Victims of Education
I’ve had to sign over a dozen inane forms giving permission for and acknowledging the dangers of cooking and sewing class, gym activities, sensitive topics in life science, specific exercises for specific parts of the the body and on and … Continue reading
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My Son’s 10th Birthday
Born 10 years ago today, OUR son is an inspiration specifically selected to BE. He’s not mine as much as he is his own. And that’s how he shall be raised, inshallah. We ask for glimpses of God’s plan for … Continue reading
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My Daughters Thirteenth Birthday
Dear Camberlyn (Birthday girl) So what do you think of this very memorable past year little thing…or perhaps now I’m not able to call you that as you round 13 years. It’s been a wonderful year in ways you can … Continue reading
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You are This
You are not ON the blindly unfolding path, you ARE the path. You are as you are as you wander, no matter where you wander. It is your most divine countenance along the way that creates the barely utterable mystical … Continue reading
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Friend or Foe
Below the exalted peaks of a mountain is its root. Plunging down and down, below the last stand of the tree line. Your spirit abrades as it Rumbles across the scree Deep into the replenishing pores of bedrock. Every one … Continue reading
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Friend or Foe
Below the exalted peaks of a mountain is its root. Plunging down and down, below the last stand of the tree line. Your spirit abrades as it Rumbles across the scree Deep into the replenishing pores of bedrock. Every … Continue reading
The tides of february have receded
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Light Too Far
Rose snipped from thorns Still another grows … yours dies, You look too far For beauty. Walk over earth, No place to dig, You search too far for gold. Questions rise Past your throat, Seeking answers Closer than the vein … Continue reading
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Rose Petals Falling in the Garden
Memories fade to susurrus. Dusk cast shadows rise the temple wall. Amber skin, maternal fields, Upon soft abdomen, his ear falls. Below the peel of empyrean, fruit of a woman, brave the man who clings the rind, But braver he let’s go in … Continue reading
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