Archive | October, 2015
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Higher Ground

9 Oct

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My Life As A Fetus

9 Oct

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Hope

9 Oct

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Dreamtouch

9 Oct

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The Storm Is Two Things

9 Oct

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Welcome Home

7 Oct

Tom by Ted Key

When you have settled from your flight,

Don’t be surprised that my welcome kiss

is already there

in the tangle of your travelled hair…

You

7 Oct

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You

with

the bones of a lover

hidden

in thick wraps of fear:

feel the vibration of the ticking clock

fight to escape

the world does not stop when you freeze

time does not slow

you cannot swim in a covered well

you drown in waters of repression

and the bones rot.

Say no. Say yes.

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Blind

7 Oct

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The Experiences Of God

7 Oct

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We live many lives in one, and in a thousand lives, what do we experience? What are the possibilities?

I’ve always thought that we are the experiences of God, whatever God is, reaching out to do and do and do as much as possible.

We are the senses of God, and the memories. We are the feet and hands of time. We are lucky things.

The View From A Hospital Window

7 Oct

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I am recovering from the second hospital stay in two months. It’s difficult for a musician to realize the heart no longer keeps the right beat. On the other hand, I now fully understand my mother’s lost rhythms, part of the losses that affected thirty years of her life and mine. I have now caught the essence of every pain she ever had, and I understand them. Too late an understanding to help her. And, at the moment, I am not sure knowing what they are is of much help to me.

But I’ll learn. I’ve had to learn new things every step of the way. I haven’t learned the most successful lessons, but I have learned memorable ones. What will be next?  I hope not the one in which I learn what happens when the heart just stops. Not for awhile. I am not done with life yet. I certainly hope it isn’t done with me.