The 60-Second Sabbath

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  • Simply by the Asking

    Poet David Whyteencourages us to askthe beautiful questions,which,simply by the asking,raise our eyes to the horizon and beyond,open space within our hearts,increase our generosityand transform us.     What do you regret?    Where do you hurt?    Who inspires… Continue reading

  • Sophia Again

    She stepped from the broom closetlike a dinner guest exiting the powder room."Missed me?" she asked. "Like gas pain," I answered. "You know I'm here to relieve the pain?" "Yes, I know that." She eyed the box of Russel Stovers… Continue reading

  • The Ruins of St. Valentine’s

    He awoke on the couch'midst the ruins of St. Valentine's Day–cumpled brown wrappers    from a box of Russel Stovers;a bent Hallmark card    (heavy on the red)    jammed between two cushions; the dryness of his mouth    from… Continue reading

  • In the Forest

    You are lost in a forest.The undergrowth blocks you.Trees lean in.Light fades.Unidentified noises circle. What dangers waitin the creeping darkness?  You know, don't you?You've always feared    your erratic behaviors    your in-crowding thoughts,    your disquieting longings,    your… Continue reading

  • The Escape

    It wasn't that my ownerdidn't love and care for me,but when the leash snapped–oh, I was free… Joy:tracing scents through woodland leaves,yapping unrestricted after taunting squirrels,pooping and peeing    whenever and wherever the urge struck– Canine nirvana! Then I crossed the boundary    between holiday… Continue reading

  • Survival

    "Go, if you must,"I say in disgust."I shall, I will survive." But quickly I learn,as silence returns,"surviving" does not mean "alive." Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.   Continue reading

  • Starting Over

    I have to figure outhow to get back to the beginning,how to know thenwhat I know now. Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.   Continue reading

  • Forgive Me

    Forgive me:I have belittled you.I have mocked and laughed at you.I have imagined your shortcomings were not my own,and freed of responsibility for our shared insanity,     made it yours alone.But it isn't yours alone–    it may not be yours at all.… Continue reading