| Muse in the Morning |
An Opened Mind XXVI
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Apr 29 2009
| Muse in the Morning |
An Opened Mind XXVI
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Apr 28 2009
| Muse in the Morning |
An Opened Mind XXIV
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Apr 27 2009
| Muse in the Morning |
An Opened Mind XXIV
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Apr 24 2009
| Muse in the Morning |
An Opened Mind XXIII
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Apr 23 2009
| Muse in the Morning |
An Opened Mind XXII
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Apr 22 2009
| Muse in the Morning |
An Opened Mind XXI
| No pessimist ever discovered the secrets of the stars, or sailed to an uncharted land, or opened a new heaven to the human spirit.
– Helen Keller |
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Apr 22 2009
In the shiver
of cold dew,
the lake’s mirror ripples.
In the cold dawn,
your footprints leave their mark
on the untrodden grass.
Not one Lakka leaf has fallen here.
But, after a barbaric cycle,
the warm soul of Autumn has returned.
The skiff sails back to the old wharf,
carrying moonlight in its hood.
Thich Nhat Hanh, circa 1966
Apr 21 2009
| Muse in the Morning |
An Opened Mind XX
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Apr 20 2009
| Muse in the Morning |
An Opened Mind XIX
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Apr 17 2009
| Muse in the Morning |
An Opened Mind XVIII
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Apr 16 2009
Another one from the archives….
The Wisdom of the Afflicted
How do I not be
A veteran?
My identity defined by my life’s shame?
Unremittingly blamed
By myself
For being the sum of my experience
Ignorant of events
Until survival made knowledge irrelevant
I feel like a brittle leaf
Pinned on a twig by the wind
Rustling helplessly to be freed
Before I crumble in the breeze
It is a tender spot
Healed and cushioned by time
‘Til it becomes a mere plot
In some dope-induced war story
But it smarts at the touch
Of rough-skinned rhetoric
And it aches a warning
Of impending storms
I am a prophet by pain
I have the wisdom of the afflicted
Apr 16 2009