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Time Travel

If I could travel back to that moment when I accepted that seductor’s invitation and instead simply say, “No thank you,” saving me a world of hurt…   If I could go back to that dinner in Africa and not eat that amoeba that stayed in my belly, stealing my strength for decades…   If I […]

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The Stray Dog

  The dog you rescued with a scar on her brow  wags her tail and looks up at you, dark eyes shining mouth curved in a little smile.   But that lonely road where you found her limping stays branded on her heart.   In a tough moment, as she huddles in the corner wrapped in […]

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Cure the Past

Out of seemingly nowhere it comes a dust devil racing across the desert swirling up an image from a week, a month— ten, twenty, thirty years ago.   It’s suddenly alive, a fighting bull breathing fire: the thing your mate or child or mother said or did or didn’t say or do that knocked you to […]

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The Eternally Bright Day

That hurt that stops you like a bear trap, metal teeth cutting to the bone is really but a raindrop on a hot rock. It sizzles and then evaporates.   But the mind tells the story of pain and blood, and a cold winter storm until the hurt becomes a bomb dropped on the city […]

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Simply Be

  The mountain does not try to be majestic. It simply stands tall, letting the light and seasons play across its contours.   The river does not force itself to flow faster or uphill. It simply follows its own frolicking meander to the sea.   The sun does not compete with other stars in the […]

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Warrior Marks

We stand like that tree with lovers’ hearts, buddys’ brands and lone travelers’ musings, incised long ago now distorted into burnt wounds.   Their original meaning is lost in the sap and bark of ages and yet ready in any moment to bleed across our Now, obscuring all truth.   Only the Beloved can turn […]

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Bless the Mischief Makers

Bless the mischief makers who bring us to our knees.   Whether boss, neighbor, mate, child or stranger, they hound trip bully and manipulate us.   They steal our money, energy and time.   But most of all the mischief makers force us to fly into the flame where we burn away those parts of us that they mirror.   Thus we live  in […]

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Purrfect Love

I hold Arjuna in my lap pry open her mouth. She jerks away and races around the house.   “I will not hurt you,” I plead. “It is just medicine to make you well so you can dance in life’s joy.”   So the Beloved whispers to me each day as that Power pries open […]

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Thank the Shadow

It seems its only job is to thwart me, that illness that shrivels my strength to a crinkly rose petal that neighbor whose threats break down doors into may past where I once huddled shivering that job that presses like a spring gale always wanting more.   But when I call on the Beloved I see. . […]

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Your Pain is Your Cure

On a moonless night it seems they harm me that mate sister brother mother father friend neighbor stranger.   With a look a word a finger a fist— slayed.   But the Beloved reveals no thing no one can.   Soul in its glory is impervious as the sky.   Only I through what I hold dear […]

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