Category: spiritual
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The reader
Because I read the King James version of the Bible, I learned the misogyny of Paul could imitate the truth and sound beautiful on the tongue. Because I read Peter Matthiessen, I learned the truth is hidden in the narrative. Because I read Homer, I learned every hero has an Achilles heel and a dog…
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haiku of prayer
beneath reflected sky a ripple moves towards shore a world unseen thrives 9-12-23
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apple cider vinegar
late at night you read the news and think it is unjust to be held liable for the knowledge of good and evil, if the apple effect has worn off maybe… we should be let back in the garden 9-1-23
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Praying for the end times
Today, I mourn those souls, those true believers who prayed and sought the return of the Spirit of God But were either too early or didn’t read the fine print that the return was likened unto a thief in the night and they spent all their waking hours sitting on their back stoop waiting for…
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meditation on the lawh-i-Aqdas
What is in the spelling of a name that makes it holy? While you slept in halls of cloistered stone, stars fell from the sky. Because darkness has no hold on tomorrow, the sun returned and the breeze called awake. All the clappers were stolen, melted down and sold, the warning hour struck, the belfry…
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haiku of the crow
crow on garden wall staring out at Haifa Bay spread your wings and soar 6-7-23 _____ Crows in the Middle East have grey feathers, appear to be bigger than western crows and have become my spirit animal
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Standing at the Gate with Thich Nhat Hanh
above and below to your right and to your left life resonates you do not live in a vacuum stroll through air inhale the fragrance step mindful of what you crush to move forgive yourself for not remembering the sacrifice 6-16-23
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Sand in my shoes
I wish I were a mystical man but my toes curl into the sand. I daydream intricate math equations, design homes and landscapes unable to afford the cost. I intuit award winning poems and novels I have no patience or skills to write. Yet, still I wish I were a mystical man but my toes…
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Greening clover
Today is the anniversary of my birth; a day when I was innocent and my parents were not yet disappointed. I put on old shoes and a rain suit, grab the umbrella from its place on the porch and walk in the park. Beside the pond I recite the name of God and ask for…
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