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I delight in getting lost
in the space within me
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when I am reminded
of it by my patient soul
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I delight in getting lost
in the space within me
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when I am reminded
of it by my patient soul
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as I contemplate
morning light peaking
through cold mornings
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it’s the sound of the wind
running low on the streets
that gets my attention
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getting distracted
following fast
moving
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dried leaves
rustling through
disappearing
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as dawn catches
up with me
behind my back
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Enjoy the visual art work as well
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here it comes
the first poem of the year
right as the sun
hides low
behind the houses’ roofs
darkness
falls as a wet blanket
piercing
through my winter coat
a soft sound
cracking
on the frozen grass little
cautious
steps as it advances
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it has to do with love
gazing at every
small thing and hear
the thank you
smile swelling inside
it has to do with
abundance gratitude
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where did my soul go
she’s hurt and offended
she’s hiding from me
from others I will go now
looking for her I will
walk long step after step
until the blood pumps
until the heart awakens
until my legs hurt no more
until I could hear my soul’s
voice calling me out to be
taken softly in my arms
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lead me away
from the darkness laid
ahead of me
— lift me —
into a door of golden light
wake me up from each
daily nightmare
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it took to be still
once more
to feel poetry
moving in
and around me
to flow to
lead to surge up
delicate
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I shall try rest
and sipping water
I shall walk alone
in silence
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putting pieces
together step
after step breath
after breath
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as long as I live
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it takes care
to inquire of oneself
going down
inside in total silence
one step at
a time on imaginary
staircases
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maybe here is
the land of poems
coming as I can’t
wake up dozing
between steps
squinting tighter
feeling everything
deep inside of me
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solitude lived
in absence
of fear
leads you
to great riches
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your unpronounceable name
backward is wonder
upward is silence
where I abide
to my best
for you
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when you honor
three layers of mountains
brown beige and purple
straight ahead of you
against a bright blue drape
not noticing the golf ball
poems come floating
the crystal breeze
This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02 written in Indian Wells, California.
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to find the way
to that hiding place
right inside me
and right in the middle
build a nest
where to cuddle where
to sing to rest
inside of me the eternal
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we all walk
bundled up on
winter days
but the dogs
jump for joy
the old man
will not sit by
his fire he takes
himself out
slowly stretching
his steps next
to the lines
of poplars
he will walk to
the end not
a thought
of surrender
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© 2013
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