The Return

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The magnitude of oneself,
the hallucinating voices
can overwhelm an altar

Like grinding of gravel into sand
locust deluded by summer
start eating trees
birds lost their songs,
now mere shadows in the horizon

Then you came with your guitar
music and prayers bounce on the walls
repetitional phrases of longing,
a chant of a pilgrim returning
for the first time.

Solitude

“Solitude, however, is a form of awareness. It’s a way of being present and perceptive within all of life. It’s having a dimension of reflectiveness in our daily lives that brings with it a sense of gratitude, appreciation, peacefulness , enjoyment, and prayer. It’s the sense, within ordinary life, that life is precious, sacred, and enough.”- Ronald Rolheiser, Prayer, Our Deepest Longing

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Can it be a dream?

Can it be a dream?

Can you live just for one moment?
The garden is one small garden
Cultivate it together.
I am folding the umbrella
When I remember
I am not able to get your phone
number or your address
The rain erases stains
And footprints, a day’s memory.
How do strangers meet again?

note: I just finished reading Voltaire’s Candide.