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Dash

I heard a Fly buzz – when I died By Emily Dickinson I heard a Fly buzz – when I died – The Stillness in the Room Was like the Stillness in the Air – Between the Heaves of Storm – The Eyes around – had wrung them dry – And Breaths were gathering firm …

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Points the Way

The man pulling radishes points the way with a radish ~Kobayashi issa   (via Draw & Wings)

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Keeping The Issues Alive

We were so many, We were working as one, We were miles of moiling wheat In a sizzling summer’s heat. But now we are scattered and flung far apart, But you and I still live as one Through coals in the heart. And if anything is left of the coal in the soul, Oh, flash …

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Full of Meanness

Of The Empire by Mary Oliver We will be known as a culture that feared death and adored power, that tried to vanquish insecurity for the few and cared little for the penury of the many. We will be known as a culture that taught and rewarded the amassing of things, that spoke little if …

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I rush

I am near to the thought of My servant as he thinks about Me, and I am with him as he remembers Me. And if he remembers Me in his heart, I also remember him in My Heart, and if he remembers Me in assembly I remember him in assembly, better than his (remembrance), and …

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Good For You

In spring, hundreds of flowers; in autumn, a harvest moon; in summer, a refreshing breeze; in winter, snow will accompany you. If useless things do not hang in your mind, Any season is a good season for you. ~Wumen Huikai (1183–1260)

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Anyway

I love that it starts with the word “anyway.”  It gives it a casual, personal feel. via Draw & Wings

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I pray thee, then

“When you see that beings have fallen, just as you have, into the ocean of existence and are stumbling, unable to walk in a safe direction, because the eye of wisdom– which distinguishes what to adopt and what to discard– for them is closed, is it not better to care for others and to strive …

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Then I Walked Outside

Don’t Go Back to Sleep by Rumi For years, copying other people, I tried to know myself. From within, I couldn’t decide what to do. Unable to see, I heard my name being called. Then I walked outside. The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don’t go back to sleep. You must ask …

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The Way

“If I knew the way, I would take you home.”  ~Robert Hunter • “I know you’re tired, but come, this is the way.”  ~Rumi

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Speaks

yagate shinu keshiki wa miezu semi no koe Of its approaching death The cicada speaks Not a word ~Matsuo Bashō, translated by Hart Larrabee, from Haiku: Classic Japanese Short Poems © 2016 Does Bashō think the cicadas are frivolous, or does he admire their ability to live solely in the moment? We don’t know.  Because …

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Enough

The poem below was written by Kurt Vonnegut to memorialize his friend Joseph Heller: JOE HELLER by Kurt Vonnegut (via) True story, Word of Honor: Joseph Heller, an important and funny writer now dead, and I were at a party given by a billionaire on Shelter Island. I said, “Joe, how does it make you …

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