Daily Archives: November 27, 2016

Poem – You want to Grow Old Like the Carters

Let other leadersRetire To play golf & write Memoirs About bombing Villages They’ve never seen. Growing old Presents a peril They may not Expect. It is to lose One’s soul In trivia & irrelevance The nerve Endings Blunted By the … Continue reading

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Poem – Word Reaches Us 

Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others walking there a sense of what we have lost: the broad expanse of humanity’s sensitivity to the oneness of itself. Gabrielle, … Continue reading

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Poem – A Picture Story for the Curious 

I get to meditate in a chair!  Or against the wall with my legs stretched out!  (Or even in bed!)  I get to see maybe half of what I’m looking at!  (This changes everything!)  I get to dance like the … Continue reading

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Poem – I will Keep Broken Things

I will keep Broken Things: The big clay Pot With raised Iguanas Chasing Their Tails;  Two Of their Wise Heads Sheared Off;  I will keep Broken things: The old Slave Market Basket Brought To my Door By Mississippi A jagged … Continue reading

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