Luminous Dreams

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Saturday, November 24, 2007

notes from a spinal cord unit

what do you say to a fifteen year old boy who can no longer move his legs? how can i remain hopeful in front of a 21 year old quadriplegic? what is the answer when a young man in the prime of his life asks you, "when will i walk again?" how do i reassure a newly married couple who wants to have... Sign in to see full entry.

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Seattle Vignette

Hustle, bustle morning rush brush my teeth no time to fuss clock is ticking heart is too make some money go to school drink the coffee jolt the brain erase the cobwebs and start again face the masses cross the street green means go red can delete mind is racing is there an end is there a purpose or... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, November 23, 2007

In Celebration of Autumn

twenty-seven years ago today she burst forth from within my womb wide-eyed, full of wonder, silent for a second i worried if all was right dr. german held her upright and in those first few seconds everything else paled in my wildest dreams nothing as miraculous ever entered my universe 11/23/07... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, November 22, 2007

Ode to Geisha Under Swirling Kites(in view of Mt. Fuji)

O lovely One what are you thinking swathed in layers of sumptuous turquoise silk? Are you aware of the funeral procession on the bridge? Do you hear the wind rustling the folds of your kimono? Do you feel the sweet plaintive vibrations of the shamisen players? Lost in your reverie surrounded by... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Sunset Beach

sitting alone on this magnificent beach moment undisturbed dazzling sunshine dances across the beckoning waves vortexing towards me low tide unveils a palette of pebbles worn smooth my palms derive pleasure in their coolness patchy oval islands of sand stand free from lapping waves scalloped in... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Along the Strait of Juan de Fuca

The long sweeping arm of the gentle spruce hangs gracefully over our path in this dense rainforest Moss climbs skyward scaling tree trunks for shards of light Monstrous fern fan their leaves prehistoric remnants The road so close to the water's edge you could dip your hand in the waves We are silent... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, November 18, 2007

Le Brouillard

Dense fog envelops the morning like a sensuous velvet dream the pale, grey ocean swallows us whole as we travel along the road gliding, weightless hugging the dividing line until another car's beams pierce our surreal journey This dew-laden cloud enshrouds us from the stark outlines of day A... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, November 17, 2007

Ceaselessly Flowing

And now the trees stand barren having shed their leaves in autumn winds Now is the time for sleeping, for nestling in inner warmth before the sting of winter's icy coat arrives A graceful network of branches reveal their glee their freedom in sheer nakedness O wind blow through me! Sun shine on... Sign in to see full entry.

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Well-behaved Women Do Not Make History

Famous qoute heard on NPR yesterday... What will become of my journals after i die? Will my 2 loving daughters pore over the pages with curiousity and wonder? Will they forgive my weaknesses and blunders? I know there is a conglomeration of joy and sadness on those pages. There is also a historical... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, November 16, 2007

Moments on a Train from Grand Central to New Haven

We are all riding in this car heads of all colors bobbling above the seats some face forward, others back posters remind us of things to buy a man scans the newspaper onther on his computer the no smoking sign means restraint while the conductor in the funny blue cap eyeballs his charges lights... Sign in to see full entry.

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the gift is this: the poem writes itself. i am just the instrument and sensory recorder in this universe of divine intelligence. what a wondrous world!

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