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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 Glorious Saturation

When the rain pours down onto my shoulders and hair I run for cover. But in this desert there is no shelter except for a scrawny piñon or juniper tree.   I have no choice but to let the rain drench my t-shirt and shorts, soak into my skin and my very bones.   I […]

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Monsoon Lovemaking

You smell it on the breeze sweet scent of wet piñon and red dust blowing off an advancing thunderhead.   When the towering anvil arrives it casts bruised shadows, pelts all with frozen rain and thunders into your core.   You call on the Beloved hold steady through the storm. Parched desert softens, convictions evaporate.   […]

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The Old Lover

The old lover handsome in that rugged way comes to your table holds out his hand and asks you to dance.   You know you can follow that ancient desire into his arms two-step across the scuffed wood floor intoxicated by a mind-fogging cologne.   But then you remember how, in his aggressiveness, he steps […]

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Spring Is Here!

One cannot rush winter one cannot make the earth warm the buds blossom the sparkling rains fall.   Each experience inhales and exhales its own perfect breath, the lessons within the moonless nights and pelting hail.   Why wait? Why struggle? Spring is already here!   In this moment the sun shines golden within, 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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Swim in Love

My challenges are simply the water through which I learn to swim.

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Be

Be. . . neither for nor against just Love.

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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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