Wishing well

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A day, a season springs

Happy Equinox! Welcome Spring 2014!

Thoughts in my throat

On days like these

my mind is a vagabond-

shadow

I seek content in what I do

not know, cleave to the
illusionary

Often slip, stumble
make mistakes too, inevitably

[learning]

It’s not what befalls per se

but how we speak about it after

that shapes memory and who we are [not]

in the minds of those who care;

brings closure and me closer
to you, perhaps

And that appeases me too

in the strangest way possible
as we move further.

Bill Viola, "The Encounter" (2012)

the afterlight adrift

                                        boat turns to bark

                                        the afterlight adrift

the message [of the bottle]

textures of a palm leaf stem (2)

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morning light peels off the doorframe

spills inside the promise of being here, now, another day

a bowl of holiness splashed on the marbled floor, for me

to walk across this door on consecrated sky-grounds, barefoot 

like newly baptized step into the world. i am grateful

for what it was and what is not

and for what i trust, tomorrow holds. 

horse of a gypsy

you can never know if she'll kiss or bite you first. until it happens.

then again, it is the only way she knows how to love.

the wondrous burlap skin of a palm leaf stem (1)

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intricacy of separation

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around this time of the year

beneath the grains

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pigsty with stakes

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rippled ocean ripples