I believe people should write biographies about people they love; and novels about those they hate. (Penelope Fitzgerald)

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Diane Bill Don

So if I wanted to write a book about Don, it would definitely be a biography!

go with the turning, willingly…

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When in a tailspin,

instead of pulling up,

steer into the skid,

the black hole,

the empty pit,

willingly.

then fly

breathe

f l o w…

Whose heart will beat inside you?

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Now That Anything Could Happen
by Joyce Sutphen

You now know that anything could happen;
things that never happened before, things that
only happened in movies and nightmares
are happening now, as if nothing could
stop them. You know now that you are not safe,
you know you live in fragile skin and bones,
that even steel and concrete can melt away,
and that the earth itself can come unhinged,
shaken from its orbit around the sun.
You know, now that anything can happen,
it’s hard to know what will, and what will you
do now that you know? What words will you say
now that you could say anything? What hands
will you hold? Whose heart will beat inside you?

Joyce Sutphen, “Now That Anything Could Happen” from Naming the Stars. Copyright © 2004 by Joyce Sutphen. Used by permission of The Permissions Company, LLC on behalf of Holy Cow! Press, http://www.holycowpress.org

 

aura within an aura

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sometimes wings flutter

my aura opens up and

divine aura GLOWS!

In the beginning , when there was you and me and us…

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Morning Prayer
by Meghan Sterling

It is the beginning. It is the beginning
when there was you. It is the beginning when there
was you and me and her, before it all just became life,
when it was new. Can you remember?
We are there now, again,
standing at the beginning where we can hold
the new of her, the new of who we had just become,
our new names. Mother. Father.
Taking these names from our ancestors,
all the others who were what we are now,
taking these names out of the air
before we have a chance to try them on.
Our new names. Standing at the edge of water,
praying for our daughter’s safety.
It is the beginning when there was you and me and her
and the water that’s rising—
oceans, lakes, rivers, streams,
all rising on this morning
still soft with the night that was just here.

Meghan Sterling, “Morning Prayer” from These Few Seeds. ©2021 Meghan Sterling published by Terrapin Books.

when the snow slowly falls on the bicycle…

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Upon Discovering My Entire Solution to the Attainment of Immortality Erased from the Blackboard Except the Word ‘Save’

by Dobby Gibson

If you have seen the snow
somewhere slowly fall
on a bicycle,
then you understand
all beauty will be lost
and that even the loss
can be beautiful.
And if you have looked
at a winter garden
and seen not a winter garden
but a meditation on shape,
then you know why
this season is not
known for its words,
the cold too much
about the slowing of matter,
not enough about the making of it.
So you are blessed
to forget this way:
a jump rope in the ice melt,
a mitten that has lost its hand,
a sun that shines
as if it doesn’t mean it.
And if in another season
you see a beautiful woman
use her bare hands
to smooth wrinkles
from her expensive dress
for the sake of dignity,
but in so doing trace
the outlines of her thighs,
then you will remember
surprise assumes a space
that has first been forgotten,
especially here, where we
rarely speak of it,
where we walk out onto the roofs
of frozen lakes
simply because we’re stunned
we really can.
 

 Dobby Gibson, “Upon Discovering My Entire Solution to the Attainment of Immortality Erased from the Blackboard Except the Word ‘Save’” from Polar. Copyright © 2005 by Dobby Gibson. Used with the permission of The Permissions Company, LLC on behalf of Alice James Books, www.alicejamesbooks.org

a dreamy surreal place…

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Pleasure ripped through me with such exquisite precision

that my bones steamed and turned to water.

I would have collapsed, but he took my weight,

and I was in a dreamy, surreal place for a few moments,

where his laughter was black velvet

and his need was as vast as the night,

then I was clear and me again.

The breakdown of our illusions falls to grace…

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Life is a very brief journey. Very brief. We can either be intimidated by that truth or we can be inspired to live life to the fullest. A jewel of truth is hidden in every moment in life. We can pause and ask, “What is really going on here?” or “What is the deeper reason why I am responding as I am?” There is no end to the quest for truth in our lives or, as the Buddha would say, the breakdown of our illusions. It is a long road to becoming an empty vessel. This journey requires endless endurance, for there is nothing simple about encounters with truth.
 
Please enjoy an audio excerpt from Intimate Conversations with the Divine featuring Prayer 16 – Finding Truth in All Ways …

red in the tropics

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red in the tropics
skips a beat-then pirouettes
to beat the neat heat…

Divine Energy Flies to us…

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Divine energy comes from :
Our Father the Creator
Christ the Redeemer
Holy Spirit the Sanctifier

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