the wounded

whatever protects me from being seen protects me from seeing
so there is no protection at all in this place of hiding
I grope, half blind, through the world of the wounded
I fear my woundedness
but even more, I fear my blindness

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I happen

I don’t TRY anymore
I just kind of HAPPEN
and I don’t WRITE this
it just happens THROUGH me
and I’M not the one who LOVES you
“I” am WAY too small for that
love just HAPPENS in YOUR presence through ME

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the bounty

through the gift of loneliness, you lead me to love
through the gift of suffering, you teach me compassion
through the gift of my anger, you bring me peace
through the gift of judgment, you show me equanimity

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a sense of silence

the rush of cars, images of mars
pale face on a subway train,
hushed in a no-smoking lane
clinging…to this mortal coil,
as fires churn the plumes of oil

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