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What Does The Wind Whisper (Poem)
when it winds through the trees
glides across the grass on the hillside
knocks against the crops in the field
does it repeat the gossip overheard
from the birds that gather on the wire
translate the busy chatters
barked by any scurry of squirrels
or even drop trivial tidbits
retrieved from human conversations
perhaps none of these, and it is silent
with no need to do anything other
than be the wind
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The Alchemy of Early Sun (Poem)
train tracks a slick of light
streaking into the endless moment
undersides of brush usually penumbral
aglow with invitation to transform
metallic discards made ornaments in the road
bright as fallen pieces of daybreak
what wonders surround the ordinary present
what brilliance can be always found
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Too Much, Too Much (Poem)
resounds the hue and cry, the clamor of it all
noise and spectacle overwhelm, and now the digital rise
always the way of things, that
distractions pull our scattered attention
a startled creature skittering without direction
but here a place to rest your mind
the refuge of the present moment
see without being a seer
hear without having to listen
feel without owning a body
relax and do not be afraid
the web of vast interconnection holds you
in your letting go find
nothing lost but all gained
(With thanks to Richard M )
