Solitary Practitioner

Breath after breath, beat after beat, I feel the rhythm of my own songs flowing through me. Listen listen listen, here in the company of other living beings, I am still solitary. If I wait to be heard, I will never live. So I will practice hearing myself. I will practice feeling my life. I…

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waking world

A slice of light on the horizon  calls into being the world of awake. A cat stalks the shadows’ return and birds sing the darkness into morning. A dog snores and kicks against this bright messenger of day. A figure of arms and legs wraps more deeply into sleep, holding tightly to the world  of…

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