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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…