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Mountaintop
When you climb to the top of a mountainand stand breathless from exertion and awe,whose voice do you hear in the wind? In that fleeting momentwhen your spirit suspends itselfjust beyond the final outcropping of rock,just outside the present,are you… Continue reading
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Forty Years
I've been toldthe spirits of the deadlinger for forty years,grieving their own passing. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Without Mediator or Veil
I keep searching for manageable definitions of mysticism and descriptions of what it means to be a mystic, a pursuit which, I realize, may be inherently contradictory. Nevertheless, I was happy to come across this challenge from Ralph Waldo Emerson:… Continue reading
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Quick Storm
I'm walking homeat the end of a my work daythrough the frozen streets of the city.Snow starts,then the wind.Within the space of a few blocks,it becomes a storm. I come to the park's edgeand the the vast openness–a quarter-mile crossingunsheltered… Continue reading