What

Have ears to hear eyes to see and the heart to listen ‘Daddy” “What?” Young eyes are guileless Sincere questions get sincere answers “Dad” “What!” Her eyes were wide open Surprise, surprise means shock and awe “Pops” “Whaaat!?” His eyes were glaring raging outrage needs measured response “Papa” “Whattt?!” Older eyes stare intently Inciting incites […]

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Streets of San Francisco

What goes up, must come down. Obvious but not easy, unappealing and so hard, indeed, for sure, a daunting walk, that’s the rub. An unfaltering brisk pace, that’s unlikely to happen: difficult climbs and descents. exhaust me. What’s the point of the steep grade? Going up is a tiring task! Going down is a forced […]

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Tie a String Around My Finger

Don’t forget to remember Drink the moon shine Walk in delight Quaff the lunar twilight See the wind whine Move without flight Behold the Light’s soundbite Hear the bud sign Catch the sunlight Listen to the bees’ plight Smell the tree line Stroll with the height Sniff the branches’ bark blight Feel the sea’s rhyme […]

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The Eyes Have It

I really do hate the double standard; I’d rather be held to a high standard “All you need is love” our hearts do acclaim; but, familiarities our tight lips defame. Our fear of intimacy is a shame. Indeed, our souls espouse equality; but, our thoughts betray with duplicity — ironic confidentiality. On the one hand, […]

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Salt of the Earth

They would rub salt in the wound; they say to promote healing. The burning is awful, though, it makes my injuries throb. Regardless of its success, the remedy hurts, as much, if not more, than the wounding. Yes, the pain is intense and makes me acutely aware of the affliction’s deepness. Topically applied, salt is […]

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Dim the Din

Deafening silence defies demanding. Dwell in the moment, doubt not the Word, with discernment is clad. I am not searching, I am travelling with friends commingling. Demurred distractions Dismissed – be still, a delicate voice speaks. Past informs present — Listen with intent and silent assent Duped not by “owned”, I, despite the “story”, dissent […]

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Taste and See

Welcomed at table; there on your behalf. I feel the joys double; my sorrows are half. I take a deep breath; and, gulp with gusto the taste of life and death; I see the way to go. Curbing tongue uncouth; I silently respond: taste to taste the truth’s Truth, see to see beyond. Without “let […]

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