Category: spiritual
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Job fair on Mt. Horeb
It wasn’t the burning, but the talking, the order giving, commands to go back to the scene of the crime and making demands and threats. Killing non-combatants in a war of words between empire and the kingdom of heaven has nothing to do with burning. The shall nots are easy; do nothing and you win.…
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untitled Ridvan poem
in the deepest trench of the ocean drops that once fell upon the tops of the highest mountains still retain memories of the sun 4-28-21 (Today is the Baha’i holy day, The 9th Day of Ridvan and during prayer this came to me.)
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Queuing at the Door, or, A Prayer for Bob Hinkle
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1) Fold your hands, bow your head, Shut your eyes and pray I would try, but no one said how to pray Just how to act like praying I wanted to know where to go, how many Steps to take, how many doors to open 2) Dad would get angry, If you cheated and opened…
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Seeking a Talking Bush in a Forest Fire
Thirty-five hundred years from now When no one writes in stone And COVID 19 is just one of many plagues Vaccination cards nailed above doors Of immigrant internment camps Who will edit facts that do not fit Purge first-hand accounts to make it holy Provide the name of a trust fund princess Who didn’t want…
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The Burning Bush
before it bursts into flame tomorrow’s promise patiently waits upon the bush for right conditions 4-6-21
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prayers in the spectrum
From the bedroom ceiling hung a Buddhist wheel on string sheer curtains, white blinds, half light, windows painted shut, stale air, no breeze, cell phone off, naked inside your head on a single bed with dirty sheets waiting for prayers to move the wheel. 4-2-21
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The rehearsal
We rehearse for a performance unaware it has begun until applause begins We don’t know, if it is for the curtain opening or closing We wait for silence to adlib the next line “A pearl doesn’t know it’s value or understand it irritated the oyster…..” before the clapping begins again 4-1-21
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Lessons learned at the foot of a tree
lie down at the feet of a tree look up there are many possible ways to ascend 4-1-21
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Certitude
the Sun does not ride a chariot across the sky neither does it go down or up you and I spin towards night spin back and call it morning it never left we turned away do not blame the Sun for our recitations of illusion our dizzy spinning away and back back and away, again…
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