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hate has no home here

hate has no home here

Friends, welcome to this humble and heart-centered weaving of word, sound, and vision. Tune in for poetry, visual art, songs of healing, lyrical prose, and more — creative expressions of the beauty and struggles of our world, witnessed and held within the dazzling fullness of existence.     Visit the About page to learn what moves …

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carry flowers, not suffering

carry flowers, not suffering

be happy in this space    be free    listen    feel your breath    remember    fly from branch to branch    tree to tree    fly high, fly free    and sing     be open in this space    be Love    listen    feel your heartbeat    remember who you are     and don’t be a hypocrite    no is a complete sentence.    so …

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what provokes me?

what provokes me?

patterns of peace and war    hands that give life and take it    unheard laments and voices silenced    lost songs and acts of violence     provoke me     heartache that never seems to end    empty promises and broken trust    profound loneliness as my companion    crowded trains brimming with unkindness     provoke me     and telling my …

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joy in the struggle

joy in the struggle

my heart is not my own.    our hearts are not our own.    they are here to witness.     because the pain of the struggle is less    than the pain of the harm.     because i’m more scared of not taking    each next step than I am of taking them.     because i know i can …

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homeward bound

homeward bound

what joy! what joy it is    to emerge from the mist    intact and integrated    the shattered parts of me    made whole, only to re-shatter, and be remade whole    again, and again, and again, and again…     my mind probes my heart    and is satisfied    i see my heart is not my own    it is here …

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She. Difficult. Small.

She. Difficult. Small.

she had been aiming for greatness    for the biggest impossible things    she often achieved disappointment     she is unearthing and tracing the roots    of each wound, unwinding through time and space    tree and river, mountain and highland    she sees the whole and    she sees nothing at all    nothing beyond suffering     nothing, that …

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