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Nestle in with the Moonflowers

I used to think love blossomed in an edgy brilliance like those thistle flowers too prickly to touch and then surely eaten by night rabbits.   But then the Beloved took my hand and flew me into a hurricane the cool blooming chaos of my dreams.   All my worst fears swirled there in the […]

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The Budding Self

If I could only see myself the way I see my garden…   In its fledgling flax and parched penstemon I see graceful limbs and bold blossoms opening to the desert sun.   In the microscopic thyme that barely survived the winter, I see a brave heart. Kneeling to it, I say, “I thought you […]

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Love Eclipses All

Like lovers attracted by forces beyond their control the sun and moon magnetize.   As they merge, the dusky moon overlaps the persimmon sun— a bite from an apple.   Then darkness— all goes quiet, the robins silent the squirrels still.   Totality.   The corona appears, rainbow edges and a golden, radiant halo.   […]

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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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Rogue River

  I can’t stop myself from singing Your love. It oozes from my every pore. Gag me, bind me, lock me in a cell. It still flows, like a rogue river bursting onto shore. Image: Wikipedia commons

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Love with Impunity

Tentative love, like a bubble blown through a child’s wand. Pop, and it disappears.   It’s like the falling of all daisy petals with one single uttering of “He loves me not.”   Really, love, LOVE, is more like air always present. The more one exhales the more rushes in to fill our lungs.   […]

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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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Cove of Love

She slouches her shoulders unconsciously protecting her heart but it only creates an aching knot near her scapula.   She knows it’s futile that there is no protection out here with waves crashing all about. Just the slow grind of pain chasing pleasure.   She sees that she must swim into the only safe place, […]

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Melt into Love

The temperature warms. The ice melts. So does the frozen heart in the presence of the Beloved.   Happy Holidays!

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