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Writing Again
My muse unleashed, unfettered,roams the grounds like a dog in heat,whimpering, whining, trotting from tree to tree,eager, alert, responding to every new sight, sound, scent,gathering sensations, collecting,distracted always but distilling everything. She returns at dusk,sweaty, tired, sated,flops beside me on… Continue reading
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Small and Cool
The sanctuary,baked by the low, western sun,swelters. But meditation stills the body,and a stilled body cools–cools as the need to do evaporates,cools as only being is required. Cools.Stillness cools me.Coolness spreads to/from those around me,those who, like me,release into less.… Continue reading
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The Boy
The boystretches across his bednaked;the day has not yet cooled,but the wind, though warm,evaporates the moisture from his arms and chest,and this is good. He always listens when the the wind speaks,sometimes inviting him to play,sometimes warning of danger,sometimes telling… Continue reading
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Summer in the Desert of Solitude
It's summer in the desert of solitude: naked sky, scouring wind, relentless sun.My pores open;Truth drips like sweat. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading