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Dreaming
At night they come to me–my sister or my father,my mother or her mother–mutually recognizingthat they have diedand that we have,for whatever reason,been given a few more minutes together. Sometimes,I ask questions,because I need to know,to understandmyself. Sometimesit is enough… Continue reading
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Visual Parable
Here on the plazain Old Town Albuquerque,many chairs of varying huesgather around a single, sunny table. I get it,thank you. Text and image © 2013 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. 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
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Truth
There is the truth we need todayto stay the course, to find our way.Tomorrow's truth may vary some;we cannot know the truth to come. What's true today is meant to bebut truth enough, the truth to seeus through this current… Continue reading
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Dervish
Dervish for a day,I'm pulled into the circle–swirling spiritual protons and neutronsorbiting the Beloved,shuffling, kicking and hopping our wayto transformation of atomic proportions. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Easter
Why look for the livingamong the dead? Why seek the Christin stagnation and repression? Resurrect! Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Was Jesus a Grownup?
I asserted (back on October 22), that there are no grownups. Part of maturing is acknowledging and embracing this. To be human means not being a grownup; to some degree, we all remain insecure, self-centered children. And that's okay. It's… Continue reading