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Monday, November 22, 2010

Jan and Aya 2008


Found this photo last night of my two little sunshines... how many other little magical moments have I forgotten in my archives?

Friday, November 19, 2010

OATMEAL

small bowl of oats with blueberries and agave sugar
blue cap and rubber band
that you left on the counter this morning for me.
I held on to it with pride
imagining the flavor in my mouth
your taste in the softness of the porridge
suddenly they were gone
I traced my steps to realize they were left on the bus
a bit of love
forgotten on the back seat.


STREET SHEETS

days and nights are blurring
tangled sheets listen
the streets my blanket.
how did I get to work today?
wiping tears off time
making my children's beds
I forgot they lived here
.....only for a moment...
what was said
on the shores of the reservoir?
only remember rocks
washed with pain
and laughter.



Tuesday, November 2, 2010

After Work with Lucky Dragons- Todd Colby

Let the spirit lift you

into forgiveness. Perhaps your grief
is universal after all. They are handing
out bags of cash to the leaders
of the worst fed countries. I would
like someone to step in and pay my
rent, wash my back, fix my socks,
take my laundry in, and get me a ream of paper
so I can keep writing notes to the women
I love. There are people I know about from
reading the sky above what I lack.
I mean, in my home I put my hands above
my head and raise them. I say "in the house"
when I am making this gesture. I say "face"
when I do something better than you.
I get all "I am too tired from making a living
to load the taco or pick up my towel
or write this for you." Things are like this.
People are suffering outside right now
with signs that say as much as they can hold.
These are letters are holding the page up,
giving it structure, providing your eyes
with something to do other than just stare.
I am coming for you. You will know when I get there
when you are flooded with stuff I can't explain.
via his blog GleeFarm

community of the spirit- rumi

There is a community of the spirit.
Join it, and feel the delight
of walking in the noisy street
and being the noise.

Drink all your passion,
and be a disgrace.

Close both eyes
to see with the other eye.

Open your hands,
if you want to be held.

Sit down in the circle.

Quit acting like a wolf, and feel
the shepherd's love filling you.

At night, your beloved wanders.
Don't accept consolations.

Close your mouth against food.
Taste the lover's mouth in yours.

You moan, "She left me." "He left me."
Twenty more will come.

Be empty of worrying.
Think of who created thought!

Why do you stay in prison
when the door is so wide open?

Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking.
Live in silence.

Flow down and down in always
widening rings of being.