the drive home
pigeon blanket over trains
clouds fill equinox sky
the road stretches before me
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holy harmony
she came this morning during morning mediation with chanting and toning (shimmering beauty) we snuggled and spoke of sunlit memories and private gardens (naked in the buttercups) we conjured a place to dwell filled with peace and flowers (art-making and altars) she toned and we chanted peace to all beings (including ourselves) May all hearts…
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how i loved you [or the alchemy of heartbreak]
how i loved you no one understood the torture– the sweet musk of ache in my heart no one knew you utterly macerated my sweet butterfly in your gaping mouth but I knew (and I let you) (and I let you) a thousand flutters of longing–thrusting in a moonlit garden of jasmine while, for ten…
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haiku on the cusp of the solstice
today at the lake winter is nigh, the trees bare the sun a cold gift
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green
I lead a writing workshop at a local shelter for homeless women. I usually come prepared with prompts but this last Friday, I didn’t. I felt like being spontaneous. I picked up the supplies at the front desk and went to the activity room. One of the women asked for the green notebook to write…
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how we stop our own story [or how about we build a swing instead?]
In improv class, we don’t get to use the words “don’t” or “no” and rarely get to ask questions when we are playing games. This is because it stops the story from moving forward. This has, of course, got me thinking about how I stop my own story. I see how many times I’ve let…
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soft and pink
Ragas In Minor Scale by Ravi Shankar & Philip Glass on Grooveshark last night, we spoke of ragas (and how they find their way to the end) we spoke of not being right (and the right to just be) we spoke of care and not judging the lost ones (and i trusted you a little…
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