Tag: Self

• The Light is On

  

  I have ticked forward. One eternal second on the clock. The small thing that feels like forever.

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  Identity, Infinity, Poetry, Self

• Prelude

  

  Am I already singing? Is that my voice or hers? My image in the mirror looks the same, pleasantly unglamorous, growing slowly older. Except that now there is gold dust on my lips. I smile. I can’t help it.

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  Gold Dust, Identity, Life, Poetry, Self, Transformation

• Shadow Of The Toad Woman

  

  Is she marking me or erasing a mark? Some long ago scar that I have chosen to ignore at my own peril? Or am I marking her? Finally claiming her as mine, telling her to come home? I sense that we are dancing, suspended above all these questions, for in the end it is the…

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  Acceptance, Identity, Jung, Meaning, Poetry, Recognition, Self, Shadow, Yin

• The Business

  

  I have to let go. When I send the mental message to my fingers, they do not move. I shout at them. Let go! Let go! My hands are shackles, clinging to the rail, as cold and rigid as frozen meat. Do I have to cut them off? Is that where I am?

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  Change, Dissatisfaction, Identity, Job, Poetry, Rant, Reorientation, Self

• Today

  

  Inhale, exhale. The back and forth of the spiritual ocean. The rocking of the great chair. Sit beside me. Press your cheek to mine. We will ebb and flow together, ears like shells creating the sigh of waves each for the other.

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  Essays, Life, Peace, Self, Yin

• Map of My Heaven

  

  I don’t need a God At the center of me Or slightly off center I am not a Buddha or any other divine man Inside where I dance

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  Philosophy, Poetry, Reorientation, Self, Yin