I am from
I am from the dog-eat-dog family where
the youngest was not the baby but
the sin eater
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Even This
A new year is coming.
We thought, back then,
by now,
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This Red String
There is a red string that
Separates
This land
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A Koan for a Koan
Who Am I?
I am the sound of one hand clapping
I am the one hand
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I Am the Desert Flower
Violence on the screen
in sharp contrast
to the sharpened senses,
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You, Singing
What is the cost of true connection?
You will be required to
cast aside your yoga mat,
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It’s Okay to Not Be Okay
Still holding ourselves accountable
to a prepandemic standard we will,
inevitably
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Space and Distance
You are the high tide
and low tide
I am undulating in the fullness of you.
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Eradicating Evidence
Being in your perfect house
I am acutely aware of my own
imperfection.
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This Virus Is Not the Enemy:
She told me to Move In. That people are
hard to hate
close up.
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Surrendering in Precarious Times: Surviving Covid-19 with Grace
It’s taken me a minute to decide if I needed to write during these challenging times. I’ve been wondering, does the world need yet another self-help blog? What do I have to say that hasn’t been said before? But as…
When the Teacher Falls: A Love Letter
I began this writing as an open treatise…which quickly turned into something much more personal. I offer this to my Meditating with the Body Community and to my extended Sangha of all those harmed by Reggie Ray/Dharma Ocean. It was…