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2021

Poems of Death and Rebirth

The hummingbirds play
And chase each other; are they
Conscious of their lives?
— Nancy Ashley
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.
— Nancy Ashley
How precious the rock
that broke my stain glass cathedral
and let in the sky.
— Dixie Conley
so many people
trying to say something (writing nothing, nothing, nothing)
trying to say something
for which there are no words
— Dixie Conley
The old teacher enjoyed his 500 lifetimes as a fox, then he was done with foxhood.
What an adventure!
— Emilie Teiko Cartoun
As I lay dying, I thought . . .

There is nothing I never said that ever really mattered
There isn’t enough time,
There is too much time,
There was that time,
It’s about time,
This is a complete waste of time
Any part of life spent off of the path is a complete waste of time.
— Ed Gray
Was I ever really present? Maybe she won’t even notice when I’m gone
— Ed Gray
You stay. I go.
What remains?
— Kemyo Lingley
The river flowing
Over and around obstacles
Sometimes flooding the banks
Until joining the sea

Skiing under a full moon
Through light and shadow
Exhilaration
Peace
Acceptance
— Penny Mock
ire burns the mountainside.
Smoke chokes the air.
The moon is blood orange.
The rain floods the creek.
And the lupine blooms.
— Moni Smith