Tag Archives: Heart

The Look

It was the LOOK smashed me to pieces broke the trust shamed me created immobility out of my fear and helplessness. I trusted my high school teacher worked with her on dramatic interpretive pieces that dug deep into my vulnerabilities, … Continue reading

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Who Knew?

Her heart washes free As wind howls raindrops pelt and stars press through the shadows of night. Quiet morning incense of a thousand million years infuses her body floating away residue of past lives in this place. Now grey welts … Continue reading

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If I Go Empty-Handed . . .

The quiet confusion of a tender depression sightless, dreary joins with the wet brown leaves, matted on a deck that swirls out into muddy grey skies. Here in the stillness of nothing to be done my heart aches lost. Harsh … Continue reading

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Another Voice

There is a line in the Buddhist text, “The Eight Realizations of Great Beings,” that has always bothered me. Not that I feel it is wrong, but that it is certainly incomplete. Finally, I wrote a poem about it while … Continue reading

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Steps

Dear Teachers, Taking the next step is just taking another step one foot in front of the other. Eyes wide open, curious heart, the path unfolds.

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Time to Feel

Once a young girl stood at the brink of a beautiful day. The day beckoned her with its wild purple and gold wildflowers glittering in a sun so bright the warmth of its embrace filled the air with the sweet … Continue reading

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Healing at Work – Day 7

I am okay. Fundamentally. At my core. I am okay. This is what I am experiencing right now. It is like a soft voice, a light energy, surrounding my heart area. Quiet. Gentle. Filling my chest area and my upper … Continue reading

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