mystery | photography | poetry
a haiku of sorrow
within the burgeoning spring
the wind blows fiercely
living things are wrenched apart
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us
us i am slow to embrace this word it feels confining i don’t trust it i fear that i will be swallowed up in the “u” and chained to the “s” with you the “u” feels undulating the “s” safe i see nothing in your hands or heart to hurt me i see only the…
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faith | mystery | photography
the plunge
This morning, during my study/prayer/meditation time, I was drawn to open Gödel, Escher, Bach, by Douglas Hofstadter, to a random page and read the first paragraph that my eyes fell upon. I often do this use books as oracles in this way. My message for the day is this: “This system–the Propositional Calculus–steps neatly from…
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morning haiku
fullness of ripe peach sunrise diamonds on window my tender heart open wide!
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divine | mystery | photography | pleasure | poetry | the delicious now
always careening
invited in but always careening towards something (careless footsteps) skin throbbing from the sting (and not wanting to forget) the pulsating rhythm of blood rushing to the point of entry bathed in sunlight, the clenching stops while quiescent clouds gather rich, mellifluous enchantment moments and memories stitched together (everything in his house has a story)…
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divine | inspiration | mystery | photography | poetry | quotes
hundreds of ways
Keep walking, though there’s no place to get to. Don’t try to see through the distances. That’s not for human beings. Move within, but don’t move the way fear makes you move. Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened. Don’t open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down…
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art | divine | faith | grace | healing | love | photography | quotes | self-excavation | the delicious now | truth
just as you are [or find your joy wings]
Last night I received a scathing comment on this blog post from a woman who is a friend of a friend. One of the people who lives on the edges of my life. The post clearly triggered her own feelings of low self-worth so she lashed out at me. In our subsequent email exchange, she…
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