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You may have seen this inspired piece written by Clarissa Pinkola Estes. It says so much and so well about these times we live in. My hope is her words spread like wild fire in dry grass and we all see the signal flames.
Tag Archives: being human
Learning curves
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The young girl, assessing the stylish posturing of her mother
critically ascertained its outward glow
as the wrappings on the package of a familiar androgyny
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The young girl, watching her father absently come and go
was held fast in his mystery.
Since he reappeared to participate in her deepest moments
it was heard as a message from god
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The young girl, never compromising her role as the eldest,
stealthily watched her brothers tangle in muscle
needing only to place her foot in the middle
to remind them this contest has many sides
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The woman, quite old now,
loves the glow of her sweat picking beans,
considers all men brothers,
and happily listens to the birds in the trees
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Home, home on the range
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There is a difference between having “no rules”
and
lawlessness
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The essence of traveling this boundary
is exploring substance
rather
than defining
form
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… git along little doggies…
on the frontiers
of
my
self
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photo credit: kkart.deviantart.com
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Three
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Doubt and Belief silently argue
as they sit upon a box
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Trust joins them
adding 3 wheels to the box
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giving mobility
to the debate
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everyone’s muscles still tense
when they pass Hope or Violence
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but they are now meandering
around the countryside
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looking for the exact spot
where their grief is buried
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photo credit: Unknown
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Meandering
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The physics of depth
includes both speed and inertia
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Meandering
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A flexible still point
in chaos
and
timeless trust
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Artist: Bill Gingles
Eve
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Becoming
culturally enigmatic
my energies
seek equilibrium
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fast moving water
caressing stones
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Print: Kiki Smith
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slipping
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Oh
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I think
I’ve made a mistake
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I thought I was the ocean
water and salt filling my bones
that I could continually wash to shore
over and over and over and over and over and over
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no
I’ll not do it
if it means love has to wait
for me to be flesh
tender
as all living things
.
who am I
but
human
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photo: Matt Wisniewski
An impeccable twist
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Seeing what I want to see
inevitably
ends up being
what I need to see
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if I really understood this
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I’d never be fooled
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Blink
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I am what
I’m searching for
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Miss it one moment
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BLINK
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It’s still there
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Art: Sukhi Barber
Counting cars
RED
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I’m just getting used to the old guys next door
They sit on the back porch
drinking and talking
I can’t decipher what they say
not understanding southern
but it’s not too different
than a murder of crows
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across the street
two fire trucks
three cop cars
and the paramedics
blue and red strobe-alicious lightning these guys like to announce their presence
Should I move my car?
Alcoholic James gives diabetic Eddie
hootch
Someone calls 911
sister June lover of cats and brother Eddie
comes in and slugs room mate James the neglectful
POW
and the cops stand bACK
a broken hand for June and Eddie’s on vacation for a night
James better hide behind that tree.
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Bella and me
sitting on the stoop
eating homemade popsicles
strawberries, yogurt and SUGAR
(a little bit)
It’s a RED car day!
counting cars
a few silver ones sneak in
but the red cars have it that day
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The Poetics of Light 