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Travel Cup

The message could not be clearer… The travel cup lid in Her mouth… Stay.

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Life as an open book

“Write your story” we are told… But Ink on a page, Is not the story of a life. Our transformations are.

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Buzzed

A bumblebee and a honey Buzzed by me Into clouds of sweet fragrance Where they drank deep. White wings appeared. Butterfly, Fey, or Angel? Who can say when all the world is one.

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Suffering

I sat on a bench in a crescent of bamboo Seeking You, When into the clearing below Comes a young deer slightly limping on the right front leg. I, too, am here tending my wounds Real, imagined, and self inflicted. … Continue reading

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Flipping

Sometimes you just have to turn the page, Flip the script, And roll with it… …. That is when joy enters in.

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Bug? Buddha?

I felt Your presence beside me, Turned and there, Beside my ear, On a bright green river birch leaf, Was a bright red lady bug. … Does a bug have a Buddha nature? … The only answer that matters is… … Continue reading

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Maintenance

Really? I need a bath and to go to the vet? In one day? Really? Oh yes, we all must attend to our bodily maintenance, For we are all spirits having embodied experiences… Which is a joyous thing, Made more … Continue reading

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