Ghosts

幽霊 Spotlight in the skyA perfect sphere of illuminationMaking the streetlamps look deadin comparisonYou don't need darkness to hide inThe mountains happily stand in your wakeAs you ooze between their fingers Steadily advancing into the silent village belowwho welcomes youwith not a soulYou don't need them to be visibleWhen you can taste the sound of …

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Every Day With You In It Becomes An Event

You move like liquid smokein and out of my daysWhere sunrise and sunset marked the division of timeNow I organize life's passingby the appearance of your nameI welcome you like a disease into my bodyA foreign presence, jostling me for spaceWhat is this mind gone lazy in its wanderings? Like an addictfeeding itself on its …

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Hanabi

Explosions interspersed between raindropssplattering dark canvas in a palette of precious metals, like God Herself walked by Below, a chorus of vowelsChasing each other in a call and response Oou's melt into Aah's, slips into Eee'sCircles so smoothly orchestratedAn end can't separate itself from a beginningAre we celebrating, or in mourning?Beneath the upturned gazesreflecting artificial …

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To Not See Is Not Blindness

Mist, white as patiencedevours the mountains slowlyProud cedars, resigned to their fateaccept what they have comingEven as their comrades disappearEven as they swim,up to their necks,in the pale unknowingEquanimity, they breathe, into the silent surroundingMy body is glued into this momentif I peel away now I will forever be less like a sticker worn down …

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The Break Up

It has been done.A long time coming,weeks of pondering,                                                                                of thoughts ever-changing,but I have seen it through …

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The Muse

If writing is holy ground,come walk with me through the fodder of your imagination. Come bear with me through the pins and needles that dig in to your sleeping confidence. Come smile at me even if your resolve is dissolving into pieces, even while the joy in your eyes melts and slides down your face, …

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Why I Meditate

Why do I meditate? The short answer is because I want to be happy. The long answer is the same. Not just happy the emotion, that momentary high when something goes your way, but a true happiness. The happiness of staying equanimous in the face of Life, no matter what she happens to throw at …

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The Chronicles of Cynthia Lee – Part 1

Revelations On The Toilet Seat "Come for me, baby," he says as he comes, cavalierly, into me. He finishes with a smile, rolls off, finishes his drink. He got what he wanted, now off to the next thing on his list. Check. Check, please. I offered myself to him on a silver platter. He told …

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Freedom Is Living Life As It Is, Not How You Want It To Be

When we are younger, we don't have to look very far to find one whom we call teacher. It is a gift many of us afford to take for granted, it is so pervasive to our young lives growing up. Go to school - there is a teacher; after school activities - there is another …

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Nobody Puts Baby in the Corner, Especially Not Baby Herself

A friend of mine recently came to me with her heart broken. The man she had just spent three years of her life with suddenly decided, out of the blue, that he no longer wished to be an active member of their club made for two. By way of informing her of his decision, he …

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