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Stream of knowing, of moment’s flow, you feel to be unchecked, but in truth are guided, are channeled toward one sea versus another, toward one pole of understanding and its charge. I’m asking you to help me brim a moment, to pool in some form of wonder,...
Give onto

Give onto

Let us give onto the water. If the reflections have distorted our image away from recognition, let us make use of the disguise to deliver a gift in secret. Let the peened-over edges of our darkened exterior fade, as subtly as we became aware of them. Let the zip ties...
As far as I can see it

As far as I can see it

As far as I can see it, there’s nothing wrong with waking up. It should be a group effort, not shriveling itself into factions or teams. Teams will forcibly remain asleep while they grapple with each other or fondle themselves. It shouldn’t be a brand or a...
A mirror to its light

A mirror to its light

What sees the honest sun now through the murk, what sees she I mean they I mean it — with cyclones and downpour and downfall on every circuit, small hope-sparks to offset the clamor, to illuminate? To change, define? To ornament in circles as they, as we, circle...
Salmon, come upriver

Salmon, come upriver

Something has to be understood. We are, all of us, older. Salmon, come upriver. Something must be withstood. Some hands must be thrown skyward. Everyone afraid of the same thing: let us meet it, somehow, with our power. In the ground itself, not in our telling of it,...