Author: Sunday Blu
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Let Us Be Free
Let us be free of the future, the written one at least,The one pre-ordained. All those gods and destinies —Leave them be. Instead, let us find a true path to peace.Let’s see each other as we are today.Admitting to what we do not know.Admitting to what we’ve done,In this world and beyond. Admitting to this…
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Let Go The Seeds That Are For Sowing
Let go of what you’ve protected with the thorns of mothering, distrust, and anxiety. Let go all the seeds that are for sowing. One day, you might trust that the mere prayer of it is enough. What medicine will grow? Maybe only the thorns and brambles know. Maybe only the dry leaves of autumn know.…
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What is Less Perfect
“Why don’t you think of God as the one who is coming, who has been approaching from all eternity, the one who will someday arrive, the ultimate fruit of a tree whose leaves we are? What keeps you from projecting his birth into the ages that are coming into existence, and living your life as…
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When Love is Born Again
When love is born again, protect that little new life in you. When shit starts to unify, freeze, hold on tight and build a fence to keep out the nibbling hordes. Learn how to protect what is precious. Look to the Earth. Her story reminds you… Creativity is life finding a way, adapting in relationship…
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Let Creation Be
Does being what we are not give life, or does it take life and who decides for us? Is it chaos, insanity, entropy or creativity? Or Life generating – trying on skins – other consciousnesses. Does it leave us confused or fascinated, afraid or courageously curious? Does your imagination frighten you? Does mine? Each strange…
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Where Do We Look for Each Other?
My aloneness twists in on itself, coiling and compounding, when I forget to look for myself everywhere. In everything. In the grass and the sky, in the perked up ears of the unafraid deer, and in the eyes of the guy telling me about the yellow throated birds that have been about lately. In the…
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Cleans My Prayers
At the banks of the River,Just after the Rain,I am nothing again. At the shore of the Sea,Everything I say,Is silenced by the waves and the Wind. Eons of force and flow.Eons of nurture and power.Eons of life.And I am no one still. Cleanse my prayers. Love is in every tragedy,Every falsity.Even every cruelty,Is a…
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This Will Carve Out of You a Woman
I wonder if healing is just when the future is unwritten. When it is freed from the past? Freed even from the imagination of it. When hope is like water, and the tea is just tea for you and I to drink. When we don’t seek meaning or meaninglessness? Life or death? The day is…
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She is Many, She is One
I was cast aside, like garden waste, when I knew it was real. Into the mound of the forgotten, the used and useless. But, all these years were not wasted. I was learning how to fertilize, utilize disintegration, deterioration towards resurrection, towards new life. I was unworthy, once. But I heard her singing inside me…
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And One Day the Crocuses Come Again
What to say of the coming of spring? How I learned not to ask why, and just let the seasons change within. Let them change between me and everyone I ever knew. Even if all those gentle Crocuses look like hearts already broken, I pluck one and apologize. I recognize the sheer force of the…