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Right in Soul

The call comes while I sit on a friend’s patio eating lunch. It’s from the artist who rents the studio on my land. “Your neighbor called the county inspector. He’s here citing me for a code violation.” I take a breath and call on the Beloved. “Your neighbor was here too, threatening me during my […]

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Discover What You Are

Once upon a time, you were One.

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The Most Valuable Possession

The ability to stay centered in the Love during an attack— that is valuable, much more than any material possession or worldly achievement.

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Forever Nourished

Please enjoy this poem and painting by my friend Joie Villeneuve. Forever Nourished Sweet Hungry Egret In the yard. Pond Full of fish Vacant. Farewell dear Sweet orange And yellow finned ones. Nourish the winged one On its journey. Painter and poet Joie Villenueve creates from her connection with the Beloved. “They are love songs,” […]

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Naked on the Throne

Please enjoy this poem and image by Ariana Harley Naked on the Throne I have worn the costume of politician beggar housewife doctor of killer soldier cook and thief. You have known me as mother lover child stranger. But I don’t want to play Halloween any longer. Teacher, deafen my ears to finally hear Sound. […]

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Harmony of the Whole

On my morning walk through the piñon forest surrounding my house I suddenly note a sharp pain in my knee. It is on the inner part just below my kneecap. I call on the Beloved and get the sense to adjust my gait so that I am not so forward. The pain eases enough so […]

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Row Your Boat

A poem from my friend Michael Hock: Row Your Boat Yes, it is far, then it’s close. Who one is recedes as one draws near. As if first one climbs a steep way, then discovers one has wings, or deaf forever, one awakens to the heartbeat thrum of a butterfly, and why do you not […]

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How to Live Forever

“I want to be cremated and have my ashes spread near the creek on the Big Tesuque Trail in the Santa Fe Mountains.” On a sunny spring morning, I sit at my dining room table and write this in the will I am preparing. I think little of it. It is but a directive for […]

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The Spring of Soul

Winds pummel piñons While above A cirrus smile.

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Run! Run to the Inner Window!

Please enjoy this poem by JoHanna Hartwig. Window Oh sweet one, why do you wander aimlessly in the darkness through the rooms of your mind?   Do you not see the glimpses of Light from the Sun’s porch?   Why continue to shuffle from side to side in a ballroom with no music?   Do […]

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