& Other Writings

Ah, not to be cut off,

not through the slightest partition

shut out from the law of the stars.

The inner — what is it?

if not the intensified sky,

hurled through with birds and deep

with the winds of homecoming.

Rainer Maria Rilke

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Holy Insomnia

Holy Insomnia

Read time: < 1 minute There are those who sleep; and there are those who are called to dwell in the divine in-between. They go by many names: Monks, Poets, Artists, Writers, Singers, Nuns, Parents, the Sick; all those who sit upon the edges, the sacred company of holy insomniacs; ghosts…

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Read time: < 1 minute My work is loving the world.
Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird—
equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.
Here the clam deep in the speckled sand…

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On the Road, two…

On the Road, two…

Read time: 3 minutes Talking this morning, a lot, your gift to me, a shared discovery / in the midst of Not Knowing, All in its own Way, beautifully / reflected moments arising out of openness, showing up, / a small taste, love given, yourself, Being, in-seeing…

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On the Road, one…

On the Road, one…

Read time: 3 minutes Fell down a rabbit hole
again, a couple days ago,
mind like a mad hatter, filled
with clashing illusions…

None of the stories real,
however much I believe
they are, which maybe,
at the moment, I don’t…

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Read time: < 1 minute In the old ways
we were always
dying for her love,
living alone for his.

Something may have
been born into eternity
out of such a union,
But that way is past,
and now a new way
must be found…

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Read time: < 1 minute Waiting…
for someone,
this painful core,
to burst forth,
set me free,
and reveal a direction
that moves me

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A Great Wagon

A Great Wagon

Read time: 2 minutes Listen
When I see your face, the stones start spinning!
You appear; all studying wanders.
I lose my place.

Water turns pearly.
Fire dies down and doesn’t destroy.

In your presence I don’t want what I thought
I wanted, those three little hanging lamps…

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