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An Invitation to Fly

  That challenge you face today with your mate or employer, your bank account or health, it is an egg.   It’s not just part of an omelet, though, or a scramble with onions and peppers.   It is more like a finch or hummingbird egg. One day the chick will peck its way free […]

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Sail the Cosmic Seas

Out here in the far reaches of creation, I sail the Cosmic seas between stars.   Like Voyager as it swings past Jupiter, frolics among Saturn’s rings, and discovers Titan’s thick blue haze, I relish life’s encounters as they arise within.   Each one brightens me, lightens me and all of creation as well.   Now, […]

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Open to All

  It drifts in from the west a cloud, dark and churning. Sitting on a ridge top, we watch its drunken steps as it careens toward us.   Do we hunker down? Do we run for cover?   We stay still trusting the promise hidden within its vapor.   From my lips escapes a prayer: Please […]

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My Perfect Teaching

The pain in my stomach the wrangling with my neighbor the bills the restless winter nights, these are the water in which I learn to swim.   “Can’t I just stand on shore while You teach me?” the mind pleads.   “No.”   I dive in so the Beloved can show me how easily I […]

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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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Dissolve into Love

The earthly details dissolve into the radiance of Love.

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Dance to the Song Within

A tap on my shoulder signals me to step into the center of a circle of partygoers. This is a dance-off on an autumn Sunday night. A thin, bearded man has also been tagged and now stands in front of me. I start moving in an odd way, what feels like Elaine’s notorious dance on Seinfeld. I’ve never been […]

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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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Call Pain’s Bluff

What if I call pain’s bluff? What if I look it in the eye and say I am not afraid of you?   Do what you will. You are only pain. You cannot harm me, nor kill me.   For I am not this body with its pinches, burns and aches; the emotions with their […]

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