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Death’s Entrance (Poem)
I consider the gateway of my death.
It is always before me, sometimes hidden by distractions.
There are periods I see it more clearly.
As of late the details of its appearance become more defined,
And the door opens widely and freely.
When will I pass through?
I, as with other beings, do not know this for certain.
Each moment brings me closer.
Let me prepare now.
I can almost feel the latch swing under my hand
And hear the rustle of the gravel as my foot starts over the stile.
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Mala & Tea Cup (Poem)
I sit with my mala wrapped around my wrist.
In another room, I drink my tea. There I drop my tea cup.
As I count the beads, this accident causes my heart to shatter.
The tea cup remains whole, and I inhale the fragrance and sip.
The mala falls through the air. I catch it and resume my cadence.
Each breath repairs my heart. I taste the flavor of the tea and smile.
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The Connection Of Islands (Poem)
Lest you say,
“I am an island unto myself,”
Remember that an island is so
Only because of other factors:
The waters that surround it and the land from which it is formed.
Should you think,
“I depend only on myself,”
Remember that your very birth was a result of others’ interactions.
We are inextricably connected to all that is;
No-one nor nothing happens in isolation.
Consider this and realize therefore
Care for oneself includes care for all.
