Tag Archives: mysticism

Peace and Good

The kitten sits. and so do i. watching. listening. learning. Pace e Bene

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Prayer

“Does he pray?” asked the young woman as she looked at the poodle. i have no answer… “He certainly begs!” i reply as he eyes the cookie in her hand. “oh. i meant the trick, you know, where the dog … Continue reading

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pulling weeds

weeds the size of trees had grown up between us, the door was almost completely blocked. so they had to go.. weeds were pulled, heavy lopers cut the trucks of the ones too long forgotten. it was hard painful work … Continue reading

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Gutters and Flight

when someone is down and out, they used to say they were in the gutter, a low and disgusting place – like rock bottom – (as if the rock clans of granite and marble, sandstone and turquoise were somehow not … Continue reading

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Where?

How could you not know where I was? I was here all along!

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Waiting

traveling on a bus searching for You. riding, and waiting.. and napping and hoping. Are you? waiting and hoping, looking forward is so very important, (be it through bus window or bay window) as long as you remember to wag … Continue reading

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the new normal

when you loose your tail, they tell you it will grow back. they tell you, you will grow a new one. and that seems to be true. but it is never the same as the old tale. even if it … Continue reading

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puddles

i pick him up he smells like loam and earth he smells like truth and he pours himself over my arms like a puddle of black ink. He pours Himself over my arms and into my heart.

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island home

the fog floats the small islands into the ethers. full of invisible life, we are home here. listen. we hear You too.

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Ugly?

please stop telling the story of the ugly duckling the way you do. some of us are ducks. not swans. i know you think it is not the point of the story. but all ducks are not the same. some … Continue reading

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