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Date: May 18th, 2008 11:42:55 am - Subscribe


Is there an
in this Audience
of One?

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Date: Mar 20th, 2008 5:52:43 am - Subscribe
Mood: blessed

The celebratory silent night
of but what seems a blink ago
recedes religiously
as the truer silent night

of suffering, sacrificial love
of oozing self-emptying,
of undying -- wait -- no,
of dying passion

settles anew upon our faithful
ritual of remembrance.

Shadows will be present,
then be snuffed out.

Silencio will saturate every soul.
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Not the Whole Pot Again!
Date: Feb 8th, 2008 12:40:45 pm - Subscribe
Mood: spazzy

Lord, could you kindly calm
my caffeinated, hurried heart?

It's pulsing in the back of my neck!

And pushing me on this holy trek!

Could you, Lord, could you kindly ...
un-brew my brain?

Decaffeinate my soul?

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Just, Must
Date: Feb 8th, 2008 12:34:03 pm - Subscribe
Mood: humbled

Today I must, just

Unconcerned with pull of plot,
who I am, who I'm not.

I must, just

Inattentive to tick and tock,
of calls, computers, constant clock.

Must, just

Oblivious to being bright and bold,
only barefooted and bare-souled.


Present in pause with pregnant heart,
is how I cease, how I start.

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Early Morn at Esther's
Date: Dec 11th, 2007 7:46:15 am - Subscribe
Mood: accepted

Eating artery cloggers
here at Edith's
on a life frozen day
here in Lebanon.

My mastication is
a meditation.

The morning light makes me
ever more aware ... I am ...
to surviving.

I just keep cooking.

My soul pilot-light does not ever dim;
for my soul pilot is Christ.

And still ...

this heart attack,
this habitual arrest of authenticity
for the sake of surviving.

I want, instead, to live into the Love ...
all it's peace, passion ...
to integrate, consecrate! into
authentically being me.

Thank you, Edith,
your atmosphere is fearless.
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Cold Progress
Date: Nov 25th, 2007 7:37:02 am - Subscribe
Mood: sour

Began with whisper soft spider steps
dancing in my throat.

Grew to scraping spider slides,
same dance floor.

Before long, the feeling of weeping
arachnids filled my nose.
Bless you, bless you, bless you ...

Now, somehow,
a tarantula is lodged
in my chest ... cramped ...
causing sleeplessness
and the unsettled bewilderment ...

How am I to preach today?

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The Scent
Date: Nov 13th, 2007 1:38:31 pm - Subscribe
Mood: quiet

The sense of the scent
triggered a strong memory
of sadder times
in adolescence.

Organic, grief-stricken,
lost myself in the air
as if I somehow wafted back
through air and hours and years.

In a split-second,
I returned, feeling older,
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Pile & Pounce
Date: Nov 10th, 2007 8:21:19 am - Subscribe
Mood: blessed

The crisp-brown clutter
all over the yard.

What to do?

Pile it up! Pounce upon it!

Don't just capture it
'neath metal wire
and in the camera lense ...

Don't just give the go for the younger ones ...

Get in there! Piles are for pouncing.
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Date: Nov 9th, 2007 4:01:38 pm - Subscribe
Mood: focused

The Spirit sighs,
a new bubble is born
and I
within it.

Fragile, fluid, floating refractor of Light.

I am safe in here,
though the air often has an air
of alone ... wait, perhaps a better word ...
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Date: Nov 6th, 2007 7:27:31 am - Subscribe
Mood: sluggish

Early morning outage
alerted sleeping children
to the deep darkness,
the noiseless space,
the eerie cocoon of their sleep.

finding the security blankets
of mom and dad
soon followed,
along with hours more of
sniffling, squirming, and copious amounts of
"What time is it?"

Soggy day now,
though power is back on,
leaving only the outage of
lost sleep.
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The Letter C
Date: Oct 26th, 2007 9:06:06 am - Subscribe
Mood: blessed

Contemplative is
completely attentive.

Spiritual direction?

Being completely attentive
-- contemplative --
toward the love in your heart
which, in purest essence,
is the love of God
in the fullness of time,
your time ... all time.
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Of Abodes and Roadblocks
Date: Oct 22nd, 2007 6:41:32 am - Subscribe
Mood: alive

Began this day, again
with flickers of perspectives
from around the world
within nature.

Color concentrated on tattooing my heart.

Details danced to delight my soul.

Insects, flowers, leaves, water foul and
oh! that sparrow ...

Such incredible beauty
beyond the human constructs
of abodes and roadblocks.
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