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Be the City, Be the Hill

You came to this mountain bearing gifts, thinking a prophet lived on the summit, thinking he would see eternity in your eyes and invite you to his retinue. Cupbearer, harp player, royal food taster—anything to escape the lower life you … Read More

The Art of Calm

This is how you do it: First, get yourself still, very still, quiet as a cat with its eyes and as open.

Find a body of water, facilitate the return to animal. (See, it’s the human in the way— be … Read More

I Am with You, Pilgrim

I am with you, pilgrim, through farthest reaches of your broken mind, the desert-bone beaches of solitude you traverse like a champion would, crying blood, better than a man ever could.

No one catches you like I can, myself charging on … Read More

Hidden Treasure

Search for it as hidden; dig for it as buried. Treasure unimaginable, I speak of!

Peel back the veil of mortal stain we call logic and find the real wisdom (He has a name).

This king returns your meagre offering: gold … Read More

Has No One Felt Such Solace?

Someone beckons in the quiet blue, a corridor no one walks. I go through lattice and melt (my lamp, my heart, my hand on the lock). Like watercolour, like rain, you stain my cloak and skin (are tattoo).

Sneaky with … Read More

Unveiled

Nothing you do not see, nowhere you do not go. See who rides through highest heaven!

Through veil and curtain, I Am coming, flying through the other side of time.

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Fist of Cloud

Cracked before the rain and then you…

Come.

What you can’t see, see: A fist of cloud on the horizon, changing everything.

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Ancient Door

I am the other side of the door you knock at, heart pounding like a fist through the blood.

Go in!

What you thought was locked is open this very hour.

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Afternoons Under Wisteria

My hands, my petals, my face to the sun! In the safe place, I dance before the one with the gentle eyes. Years it has taken, an entire adulthood, to get back here. This one, he looks down and smiles.

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Out of this Depth

Out of this depth, I rise, kicking to the light. Heaviness, you will not hold me underwater again. Wise to the pull, I know that struggle can also be fight, can trim the excess in me and turn my sinews … Read More