sunday morning haiku
softness of an infant’s head
the scent of amber
a Mariachi band plays!
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I asked him to tell me something that is a favorite. His response? “I love seeing acts of compassion.” Oh my.
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being peace
My things arrived today in a box from an address and handwriting I didn’t recognize. (funny that) A shirt I didn’t know he had, another shirt that holds fond memories, and the book, “Being Peace”. (and indeed I am) Remembering the good and letting the rest dissolve. Letting go. Wishing goodness. Being peace.
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like a thorn on aging skin
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extemperaneous intrusions
last night, (while mortals were sleeping) Mars chatted with Venus for hours laughing and peering into unseen places whatever war Mars was waging was forgotten in the sweet comfort of silent moments (between words and worlds) luxury in the tension of opposites (a deep exhale)
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speaking of blessings (we are the dancers)
A friend of mine sent me an email with this lovely blessing: I hope things are going well for you, that your health is heading in the right direction, that you’re having fun and having adventures. What a glorious thing to hear! She was having a hard time sleeping, I popped into her head and…
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That’s how we find meaning: through playing, exploring, creating, loving, constructing and deconstructing. And also through listening, softening, deepening, and remaining open to possibility.
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