Tag Archives: Light

Reckoning

I realized that there may never come a reckoning that equated to a clean or true do-over. And what was it I wanted to break from? Was it the past, was it a worn and outdated mode of self that … Continue reading

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Peerless

Fasting on remedial prayers, hunger flinting the strike of peerless light at tunnel’s end.

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Fullness

When the clean quiet fullness of your heart rises and begins to drown the rabble in your head in white light, within and without become clear matching mirrors.  

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Illuminate

Illuminated manuscript, The Sun Also Sets, spontaneously authored by the divine hand of light’s play on wall.

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Cup

The simpling of the heart as it pours fast light into a rimless cup.

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Of Time and the River

   One thing we cannot recover is time.    Perhaps that’s what I have been trying to do.    Perhaps that’s what every writer, as a fugitive stalker, as a heartsick orphan, as the fool-hero in their own movie is … Continue reading

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Husk

The quiet net of one’s fingers, mute and aggrieved, yet lapping volumes of light, a measureless brood husking the dark to derive a glean, its rivet bound to the commonest plight.

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Furls

Feted, by an angel’s glassy hands, slow-burning river of sound, pooling white fire in rounded furls.

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Coyote, a Christmas Story

Get on with your dying, Coyote urged. It is time. I was scared. I was scared of the unknown. I was scared of letting go. Scared of dissolving my identity. Who would I become? That is the nature of metamorphosis, … Continue reading

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Glean

It came to me, a pensive glean, a vision. Tomorrowtime when we, the Inners, will no longer just be metaphysical whispers  or codified concepts. Tomorrowtime when the Outers will have found the means to extrapolate us, to call us into … Continue reading

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