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081217
THE PERSPECTIVE OF AGE
This flashed my mood
from tears to cheers:
I won’t be seventy
for ten whole years!
081216
THE LYING TRUTH
A cat has many poses:
- sitting still on a windowsill
- spread out on a floor
- curled up near a hearth
- lazing by a door
Most cat-like
of cat poses
is when a cat reposes.
081215
YOUR IMMINENCE
Doom, earned or unearned—
for long I’ve watched you come;
from darkening of horizon
to blotting out of sun.
I am not cowed, nor am I numb.
I stand and wait, no place to run.
081214
SELF AWARENESS
(for Eckhart)
My latest author
outlines the pathology of ego
versus the sacred redemption
of present-moment awareness:
ego self (with its compulsive thinking),
distracts us from consciousness,
which is our nature and purpose.
Ego self distracts me repeatedly
during my morning’s
purposeful nature walk,
embroiling my mind in worries
and recriminations.
I remind myself
to store my ego-thinking away.
Consciously and deliberately,
I turn my focus toward my breathing
and present-moment impressions:
the Arkansas winter landscape;
crows; buzzards; breezes;
a slender hardwood sapling
piercing upward through a cedar.
On my return home,
a weathered business card
found lying in a ditch
to store my ego-thinking away.
Consciously and deliberately,
I turn my focus toward my breathing
and present-moment impressions:
the Arkansas winter landscape;
crows; buzzards; breezes;
a slender hardwood sapling
piercing upward through a cedar.
On my return home,
a weathered business card
found lying in a ditch
invites me to test the author’s
no-coincidences hypothesis
no-coincidences hypothesis
(everything is purposeful;
there are no accidents).
I pick up the card and read:
“Arkansas Self-Storage.”
081213
WAVED IN BY WIND
sea urchins
stranded
on a gravel beach
or, rather,
sweetgum balls
edging a gravel road
I pick up the card and read:
“Arkansas Self-Storage.”
081213
WAVED IN BY WIND
sea urchins
stranded
on a gravel beach
or, rather,
sweetgum balls
edging a gravel road
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081212
THE PRACTICALITIES OF DEATH
“When I am old and near death,”
he says, eyeing their still-lingering cat,
“I hope someone will do more
than set me down on newspaper
to sleep and pee.”
“Whatever happens,” she replies,
“if it’s anyway possible,
I’ll be right there at your side;
you know that.”
What he knows is this:
“We’re gonna need more paper.”
THE PRACTICALITIES OF DEATH
“When I am old and near death,”
he says, eyeing their still-lingering cat,
“I hope someone will do more
than set me down on newspaper
to sleep and pee.”
“Whatever happens,” she replies,
“if it’s anyway possible,
I’ll be right there at your side;
you know that.”
What he knows is this:
“We’re gonna need more paper.”
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