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Wag Your Tail

Be a service dog for consciousness shepherding patience into the world. Lie at your Master’s feet awaiting Its direction panting for Its every whim.   Walk with that Power alert for moments to aid with your simple Presence the sick the hungry the empty hearts the lost souls wandering like zombies life’s endless cul-de-sac.   One […]

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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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The Full Life of a Dew Drop

The dew drop forms on a pear blossom glistens in first light trembles in a breeze slips onto a lizard tongue and loses itself in giving.

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Homeland

You enter the Soul Protection Program all the old identities gone the torture of being an agent of Kal* finally ceased.   You live in a kind of heaven a palace below a limitless sky distant blue mountains shimmer fat doves drink from a fountain. Now you work for the side of giving rather than […]

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I Am the Hibiscus

I am the hibiscus through which the Beloved imparts Its fragrance. Image: Kauai at dawn

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Another Day of Loving

Wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.—Kahlil Gibran

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The Beloved’s Playlist

I awaken with a quiet lethargy. It tugs at me like a lead weight pulling me deep into the ocean. But I rise from my bed, do my spiritual practice, and head into the world. I drive to the grocery store, and on the way, the weight bears down again. After a week of restless […]

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Scrooge Buys a Tree

Last year just a few days after I bought a Christmas tree for my mother, it died. Its needles dried to a frank crispness, its color turned a dull sage. It shed itself onto the carpet and transformed into Charlie Brown’s original tree. All because I had a Scrooge attitude. When I set out on […]

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