We are living in the Dark Ages,

repeated, but different.

We are waiting for the Renaissance,

repeated, but different.

Musical notes,

repeated, 

create flow.

Tune into the flow.

Fear nothing.

Love everyone,

repeated.

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Don't cling too much

to persons, places or things,

they are as dreams,

arriving and dissolving,

lost in time and memory.

Oh! but for this, all the more reason to appreciate

every morsel of every experience--

the sound of a loved one's voice ringing a welcome,

the pull of the earth on a long morning's walk, 

the tea in a cup warming the holding hands.

What is this life...

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I visited my sis yesterday

Whilst she was babysitting her two grandkids ages 3 and 5

My grandkids are grown

I had forgotten what it was like with the little ones

They never stop moving 

Like being in a whirlpool

They twirl and talk and laugh and inquire

Like dancing dervishes

Round and round

Lift up the compost lid to see the array of smelly food inside

Crawl through ...

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If someone you love is mentally ill and miserable beyond words...

If someone you love is so depressed they can't get out of bed...

If someone you love is addicted and living on the streets...

And on and on...

Where is the line between choice and incapacity to choose?

Is linear cause and effect at times a fruitless inquiry?

Does help arise from interior transformation?

Does hel...

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"I love you."

We all yearn to hear those words,

but have you ever said them to yourself?

Who, then, is the one speaking when you say this to yourself?

Yourself to yourself?

It appears there is something more.

The words "I love you" (to yourself!) open up the gates of heaven:

out dance the angels, the saints, the guides, the seraphim and cherubim, and on and on,

all the bein...

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Writing poetry

for me

is prayer dancing on the page,

melodies pouring out of my heart,

emotions wrapped in exquisite paper,

ecstasy and sorrow holding hands.

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There is a man who lives in the sky,

well, actually, he lives in my mind's eye.

He has no teeth.

He loves to throw his head back and laugh.

He has kind eyes.

His hair is long and wild

and very white,

like he's lived alot or maybe seen a ghost.

He is happy and wise.

He counsels me:

be happy.

He cheers me up.

Does all this stuff down here on earth matter?

Of co...

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