Growth
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Being at Peace
What a joy to learnthere is no faulty or unworthy selfthat needs to be improved. Text and image © 2013 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Beautifully Average
She announced to her mirrored self,"Today I shall celebratesimply being human.That is enough." She tilted her blue, velvet bereta little to the left,smiled acceptingly,and walked out the door,for now, at least,beautifully average. Text and image © 2013 by Dirk deVries.… Continue reading
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Dialogue with My Muse
My muse returned,and so I asked,"Where have you been?" Waiting here beneath the din. Waiting for the crowds to pass. Waiting for the wounds to heal, the edges of the cuts to seal. "But I'm… 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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Identity
I am the same personall the time. I may be souras spoiled milk.I may be sweetas red velvet cake. I'm still fully,essentially,completelyme. Text and image © 2013 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Convergence
In the center of the villageseven dusty paths converge. An old man livesin a thatched hut that standsjust to the West. He watches and listensas each travelercompletes the journey. Older than the forest,more patient than the ocean,more stately than cranes,he… 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
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The Monkey and the Tree
Your thoughtschatter like a monkey. You are not the monkey. You are themagnificent,stately,ancient tree,reaching to the clouds,rooted in the earth,offering shade,silent,strongand wise, through whose branchesraces the monkey. Shrug your massive branches,and let the monkey fall to the forest floor.He is… Continue reading
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That Which Remains Buried
I live withthe nagging feelingthat there remainsburied within me(not far from the surface–like a hastily interred body,in a dollar-store grave)something I thoughtwas dead,that wants–nay, needs–to come out,not to resurrect,but to be given a proper burial. Whatever the identityof this corpse,it's… Continue reading