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a haiku for people who like boxes
you live in a box
made of limits, rules and pain
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O, an obsidian eye peering into the depths of my infinity The pink of U the aroused blush on my tongue— moist and turgid I, a bridge into places— blue and willowy surrendering to an unknown sky Red A, a pyramid of delight— you are reckless, bloody and without fear E, you come to me,…
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a haiku of sorrow
within the burgeoning spring the wind blows fiercely living things are wrenched apart
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shared joy and the importance of feeling
The search for knowledge ends when the self is no longer afraid to feel. ~Matt Kahn Today, my daughter Gigi brought this perfectly ripe strawberry to me from the garden. She had taken a bite of it and came to share it with me. She said, “Mom! You have to taste this. It’s the most…
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no more hungry ghosts
my days of feeding the hungry ghosts are over the men (and sometimes women) who hover on the outside wanting to steal my soul and put my spirit–my light–in a gourd to drink from when they are empty or sad or lonely no more! yes i see your pain and sorrow and yes, you are…
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here i am
i am the sower of seeds you didn’t know you want planted in your heart i am death knocking at the door of your complacency let me in i am the arrow of Light that shoots through the darkness piercing you through aeons we have called to one another here i am come on! it’s…
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