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Ariadne, Mistress of The Labyrinth (Poem)
I am no maiden
to be approached with shining countenance
or offers of love and wealth
I will laugh and show you my empty hands
only the foolish think that another can give them
a charmed red thread to lead them to safety
I know the secret of the labyrinth-
have always known- and will freely share:
no key, no secret, no hidden escape
we each stand in the center of a self-created maze
you alone know your way through the twists of your heart
go and walk
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Lotus Cushion Of Main Street (Poem)
I sit within the silence of distraction held by the noise of morning’s rush
rumble of trains and shriek of car alarms
industrial counterpoint to ongoing birdsong and chatter of squirrels
louder than any of these the clangor of mind
bang and buzz of thoughts going here there off in every direction
follow me follow me follow me each one cries
I pay every due a brief nod of acceptance bid farewell continue to sit
aware in the swirl of cacophony
not yet gone beyond but here and here and here
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Hidden Lands (Poem)
as a child I moved so easily between this world and hidden lands
that I did not realize that this was not a usual thing
one step was all I needed, one breath
and the noise of streets and people fell away
into a great vast quietude in a shadowed realm
I sat in silence within a fellowship of ancient trees
where they shared stories from worlds yet to be
in a language that I had always known
eventually I would return to the flash and hum of this-born life
subtly altered each time by forgetting who I was
though when the wind blew through the leaves, I heard
remember remember remember
