Mindfulness
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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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My Moment
What if my moment comes,and I miss it?What if the moment has passed,and I was clueless? This could be the moment now,or this one. How many moments are begun, abandoned, forgotten? I so often feelI'm right there on the verge,but… Continue reading
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Your Tongue
Your tonguelike the clapper of a wind-battered bell,constantly clangs and clatters.Why the ceaseless alarm? Hush now and allowthe sufficiency of silence. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Balaam’s Ass
This morning,saddle up your heart's donkeyand let it take youwhere you fear to go. Expect a bumpy ride–you can't even imaginewhat you'll find–wasps, thorns, snakes and black flies,selfishness and murderous thoughts,parts you'd burned and buriedbut which still crawl,scarred and in… Continue reading
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Fabulous Apart
To be fabulous withfirst be fabulous apart. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Sacred, Solitary Bliss
Sacred, solitary bliss;everyday I dream of this;God and I in secret tryst,held suspended, lost in mist. Silent, solitary bliss;everyday I pray for this. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Two Great Instructors
Throughout lifeI have been taughtin tandemby two great instructors–grief and amazement. These may be,in actuality,the only two teachersI'll ever haveor ever need. What have you learnedthat has not comethrough loss? What have you learnedthat has not comethrough wonder? Text and… Continue reading
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When One Writes a Poem
initially you just vomit on the pagethe body mind heart psychedumping pumping purgingthe undigested mixtureof potential toxinsout through the pen tipjust to be rid of itjust to keep it from being absorbed unheeded unsortedinto the organs and limbs and life… Continue reading
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Why?
Why do I do the things I do?Why do I think the things I think?Why do I feel the way I feel? Little one, never fear the questions. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading