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2021
Poems of Death and Rebirth
“The hummingbirds play And chase each other; are theyConscious of their lives?”
“Death be not proud.Pride is just a statement of Self, of ego.So stay in the present moment and just breathe while you can.”
“How precious the rockthat broke my stain glass cathedraland let in the sky.”
“so many peopletrying to say something (writing nothing, nothing, nothing)trying to say somethingfor which there are no words”
“The old teacher enjoyed his 500 lifetimes as a fox, then he was done with foxhood.What an adventure!”
“As I lay dying, I thought . . . There is nothing I never said that ever really matteredThere isn’t enough time, There is too much time, There was that time, It’s about time, This is a complete waste of timeAny part of life spent off of the path is a complete waste of time.”
“Was I ever really present? Maybe she won’t even notice when I’m gone”
“You stay. I go.What remains?”
“The river flowingOver and around obstaclesSometimes flooding the banksUntil joining the seaSkiing under a full moonThrough light and shadowExhilarationPeaceAcceptance”
“ire burns the mountainside.Smoke chokes the air.The moon is blood orange.The rain floods the creek.And the lupine blooms.”