Wake in the morning

arms stretch up to the sky

and down to the earth.

Light is invited,

and in a single breath,

light arrives,

an eager friend

illuminating all.

Praise to the light,

praise to the dark,

arriving and leaving,

as with breath,

as with all--

death is a friend,

life is a friend--

illumined by light,

is there even a difference?

Yes, of c...

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I read a book once

written by a mama

whose child was "on the spectrum"

per medical diagnosis,

and at the end of the book,

(in which the mama described her journey with her child), 

the mama concluded

(the last sentence in the book)

"we are all on the spectrum."

I thought that was a wise conclusion.

Spectrum defined--

"a band of colors, as seen in a rainbow, produce...

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In the debris,

in the dust

rising from our sorrows,

we plant flowers

to lift us up.

Beauty and love always prevail,

never forget this,

even when all appears obliterated,

a tiny bud appears--

look for this.

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Going deep into gratitude

is wondrous.

Living, 

bathing,

becoming gratitude,

is miraculous.

Gratitude colors every day in hues of joy,

jumps to meet each moment with curiousity,

nourishes patience,

melts into love--

love of everything and everyone,

the good, the bad,

the boring, the exciting.

Gratitude paints the world

with wonders and miracles,

come, c...

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"I hope you meet people who understand you,"

the kind lady thought to herself,

releasing a prayer

as she passed a young troubled fellow on the road.

What a beautiful prayer, I thought to myself when the kind lady related it on a youtube program.

I have now adopted it as my own.

"May you meet people who understand you."

A prayer is a gift,

easily given and readily received.

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Waiting

You stole my land

I stole your land

You beheaded me

I beheaded you

Over millennia

we are as children 

fighting on the playground

over gravel

that cuts our knees

and makes us bleed.

Can we stop?

Oh mankind

Try to be kind

Can we change?

The millennia whispers

its secrets

we wait

heads bowed in prayers

we wait

Resurrected

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When things are complex

(as many things are)

oh what a joy it is

to discover the simple!

Layers and layers,

like piled-up cloth 

on a market table,

we slowly lift each fabric

to see its weave--

tightly woven,

our emotions packed in hard,

loosely threaded,

we breathe to find relief.

Oh what a joy it is!

when the cloth,

freshly laundered

and hung to dr...

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These lands are holy,

across the oceans and around the planet,

walked by many beings,

of many names,

of many types,

human and animal and plant,

categories and nations and borders,

assaults and slaughters

and scrambling to survive,

torture and rape and fleeing,

the suffering, the blood,

no mercy shown,

no one spared.

These lands are holy,

walked in prayer,

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