Current Affairs
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A Diner in Central PA
sepia photos on the wallsoldthe color of memory a brick house shadowed by tall treesa two-story business districta trolley car linked to overhead lines this could be my historymy history pinned to these wallslong enough ago nowto be a curiosityfor… Continue reading
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Starting
I begin a new journey.I travel a new road. Smell the air, washed by the night rains. Feel the morning sun warming our hoping skin. Taste the raspberries, sweet and popping, growing outside the… Continue reading
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Embrace!
Observe how widethe arms of Godopen. Look again:we areGod's arms! Text and image © 2013 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Trust Life
My parents raised meto distrust life.Despite their religious grounding–or perhaps because of it–life loomed, imperiously sinister. "The world's a horrible place, and we are horrible people." Enough. I shall trust life.I shall affirm and embracethe peace and loveat… Continue reading
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How We Live
Your perceptionscreatethe world you experience. Perceive the worldas evil, threatening and cruel,and you will live in a worldof danger, fear, suspicion and defensiveness. Perceive the worldas welcoming, generous and sustainingand you will live in a worldof creativity, compassion, joy and… Continue reading
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The One
If God exists,and God is All in All,then nothing that existsis not God. All faithsare expression of this One God,and all existwithin the wholenessof this All-EncompassingOne. Whatever differences we perceive(and we do perceive differences)–they will one day be seenas they… Continue reading
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Conditioning
I, the tiger,lean and sinewy,pace my cage– ten steps to the east, ten steps south, ten steps west, pause, ten steps north… Then one day,the cage is gone– no more bars, no more… Continue reading
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Life is the strugglebetween Ego and Stillness. Chin up, my friend:Stillness wins. Or more precisely,only Stillness is. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Sermon in the Park, Part 2
The homeless guys,with their parked shopping cartsand scraggly, gray beards,nod as he speaks. "You can cling to the cross,with its dried blood and splinters,or you can come dancing with me." I feel safestwith my face pressed against rough wood,cheeks bleeding.When… Continue reading
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Pinning Blame
Who's responsible for this mess? The "mess" in question is me. Who's to blame?Someone must pay! Who is it that wants to pin the blame? Is it Stillnessor is it Ego? Why… Continue reading