Monthly Archives: August 2012

PAVED OR PILED WITH LEAVES

Whether paved or piled with leaves, on any path that you can choose upon this earth, something secret lurks beneath.

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THE DUES THAT I’M PAYING

Though it’s not always clear, what’s the use of the dues that I’m paying, it means I let loose a truth that might elsewise be obtuse: I’m here right now and though I don’t know how, I know one day … Continue reading

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SUNNIEST MORNING OF THE WEEK!

Sunniest morning of the week! (So far). . . I must take care, lest I should spoil myself, in my elated agitation, not to stare and grow sunspots in my deeper eye, presume to keep inside me stored the joy … Continue reading

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A CHUNK OF WORK

So good to do, have done, a chunk of work, and see it there, a duty or desire that one did not shirk. . . To admire and be pleased with that chunk, its very sight, so right. . . … Continue reading

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PLAY A LITTLE

Play a little! In your mind. . . or in some place you can with friends in or beyond these worldly bounds that our human life defines.

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A SOILED THING

Sometimes one is wont to think a soiled thing will ever be a soiled thing. . . But then it dawns the wondrous change– the clean that springs from one good washing

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THE SALT YOU’RE WORTH

If you’re worth your salt be sure to get the salt you’re worth. . . you will become that salt as it becomes you, too, in good season, and good measure it and you will satisfy and ground you in … Continue reading

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TOUCH THEM

The first step to connect with people, creatures, growing things or, in your surroundings, any sort of object, is to touch them. . . what you then sense, if you approach this with a calm silence will be very much … Continue reading

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LANDING LIKE A CAT

I stick my foot right through the floor. . . the wood gives way it doesn’t hold me any more. . . I fall with it, but just a bit. . . land on that foot just like a cat– … Continue reading

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SUMMER SLINKING INTO FALL

The trees will slough their outgrown, sun-burnished leaves, stand stark and bare while wind and rain and snow may seem to leave trees no harbor, no reprieve, but their deep life can sometimes weather hundreds of years of these before … Continue reading

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