beauty
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Sudden Storm
Warned by the windwe watch the western skybloom upwards in gray and white. Then a sudden race for the pavilionand the shelter of its corrugated, metal roof.We huddle in the center,deafened by the clatter of hailstones. Then silenceand an endless field… Continue reading
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The Steady
There are waysto be renewedby the ancient:stand silent and mindful in a rank of redwood minarets, beneath a sequined Montana night, at the apex of a Mayan pyramid, on the unsteady edge of an ocean's immensity, … Continue reading
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Who You Are
Though loss follows loss,you are not diminished.If anything,you becomemore clearly, purely, simplywho you are. Imagine yourself a crystal goblet,sparklingly empty,reflector and refractor of Light–an object of beauty breathtaking,ready to be filledwith the attainableand the inconceivable. Text and image © 2012 by… Continue reading
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Michigan Trees, 1
All night longthe wind blows,incessant,insistent. I look out my windowat the black massesof Michigan's tall treetopswaltzing with the starlit sky beyond. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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The Embrace of One
I have a friendwhom I want to be happywith his simple, beautiful self.I want him to sense his completenesseven when he is alone,and to ease into that alonenessand find joy and peacein solitude. There is nothing missingin the essence of… Continue reading
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To Die of Tenderness
Is it possibleto die of tenderness? At times my heart so fillswith unexpected kindnessthat I fear it may burst. So many poets–with frightening beauty–bring to vivid lifethe inevitability of death. And then, in a second's time,I witness such delicate sweetness:one… Continue reading
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Liquid Moon
Last nightI halted at the pond's edge; the moon had donated her fullnessto the water's textureless surface. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Snow Has Started Falling
Snow has started falling.You call me to the window.We join hands,and we are kids again,entranced by the gentlenessof this, the season's first snowfall. To us, it is magic,this slow dropping of the white sky,piecemeal, silent, purifying. We don't need words… Continue reading
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The Parrot
In my dreama parrot appearsof such diverse and bright colorsI am unable to breathe:the beauty, the daring vibrancy–it cannot be of this world. And then I realizeit is you;somehow,in a world of white, gray and black,you are mine. Text and… Continue reading