Sunday, May 25, 2008
Materialization
I take a slice of morning with my bowl of peaches. It is still dark out, as the earth sleeps in, and silken light rises from a lone candle. The sound of birds waking, exchanging night for day, reminds me I am not alone. Life stirs in all things, "Let everything that hath breath, praise the Lord."...
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Saturday, May 24, 2008
Search through the Forest
I stroll through a pathway of golden light in forest deep. Treetops glazed in magical sun, dripping. Far below, the shadows wait, bent and calling. I forever walk toward the light, reflection of Heaven kissing my praying lips. The water, unmoving and cool among trees and rocks, holds the image...
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Friday, May 23, 2008
FOR SAM444: Flight of Imagination
I rode a dragonfly like a chariot into Camelot. Wings fluttering with certainty as I flew in towards the shores to an enchanted fortress among gargoyles and vestments of ancient stones. There you waited with emblazoned emerald eyes, and the power and strength of a counsel of a hundred kings gazing...
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Heaven’s Field
In mimosa brilliance the sun spreads its rays. Globular light, in little flower fashion seeks to dance across the face of water. I find the groves of Heaven’s field. Sweet angels take me to the river’s edge. Silence is the the acacia bloom. Here I collect poetry from rocks and flowers, decorate...
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Thursday, May 22, 2008
Moon Scent, For the Coming New Moon
New moon slices the early morning sky. The scent is gold light in scattered star, a fragrance made of celestial yellow rose mixed with sandalwood vanilla meteor. I ride the astral swing hanging down from distant galaxies, sip in the lemonade sun now beginning to pour into the dawn. My prayers rise,...
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Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Train Ride to Agadir
We board the train in Casablanca, taking our journey to Agadir. The ride takes us on a winding path through scenic light with palm trees swaying along the seaport town. An adobe market awaits filled with bargaining and warm food. The air is filled with saffron and lamb. Tagine simmers under a...
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Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Living Well
Slumber wears a wool blanket, a fire burns somewhere up north, where rain turns to snow in the mountains, and bodies keep warm under layers. In a log cabin in the woods a family makes oatmeal and toast by lantern light. They gave up the world to test their resolve in the elements. Mother grinds her...
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Monday, May 19, 2008
Mourning Dove
Mourning dove mourns the empty porch, the waking of day alone; the rainless humidity, the ending of what was. Mourning dove coo’s the sun hiding behind clouds, the unmowed lawn, the waterless bird bath, the post without grain. Mourning dove gazes at its reflection in me; and doesn’t fly off. I fill...
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Sunday, May 18, 2008
Road from Sedona to Flagstaff
Across the miles of looming hills, and sunken valleys, creeks cut the landscape. Underpaintings of dark light shadow large rocks. Trees twist upward into overcroppings, silhouetted against a cloudless sky. We drive these Sedona reds, along winding roads. Sea levels change the sound of desert birds...
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Saturday, May 17, 2008
I Drive On
The sky is smudged with a red sunrise. Somewhere a sailor takes warning. I drive with faith in my tank, along a narrow road, where on my right and on my left are ravines that drop to Hades. It’s hard to look straight ahead, when road signs point me anywhere but where I’m going. With eyes wide open...
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