Solitude
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Invitation 3
TodayI invite youto meet Wisdomin silenceand discoverhow extraordinary she is. Text and image © 2014 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Dismissal
Give me a balcony(somewhere on the East coast of Mexico),air scented with hidden hyacinth(sweet, exotic, sensual),a waning moon and the evening's first star(just freed from the hazy horizon),and a fresh-pressed volume of poetry(Rumi? Oliver? Collins?). You may leave now. Text… Continue reading
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Haiku 2
silent, dusty roomsphotographs stand sentinelancestors whisper Text and image © 2013 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Trying to Write
1.I apologize to my battered muse,once again elbowed asideby in-crowding concerns,loud and demanding,like rich American touristsinvading by the busloada Mexican villageright at siesta. She shrinks and retreats. 2.My mind is too noisy and busyfor the careful, considered crafting of words,which,… Continue reading
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Maundy Thursday, 2013
She huddles on the shore,feet buried in moist sand,cold to the bone, but rooted. The waves pull at each other,slide up and over rocks,recoil and echo,slosh and hiss. She feels awash and adrift,tasting a salt seabroader and deeperthan human need. … Continue reading
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Empty
"This morning,"she said,hands wrapped for warmtharound her coffee cup,"I woke up empty." "Empty?" he asked,spoonful of All-Branhalfway to his mouth."Empty as in…how?"For him,empty could be good, like Zen: open, clear, ready.Or empty could be sad, like death: … Continue reading
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Where Emptiness Leads
early morning darknesshouse chill from winter's nighthe sits on the couchalone, sadtentatively tasting an emptinesshe can't yet labelhe waits for the padded arms of the couchto wrap and hold himassure him the emptinesswhatever it iswill passor fillor perhaps take himsomewhereanywhereinto… Continue reading
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Reverie
She looked beyond the sink–filled with soapy water and chipped cups–out the open window to the western sky,which flamed with orange and red,like heaven itself were burning to the ground. The living-room stereodelivered the "Flower Duet"from her favorite opera, Lakmé.… Continue reading
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The Box
He built a small, glass cube,each side 8" x 8",and neatly sealed the edgeswith clear siliconecarefully squeezedfrom a white tube. So the top could serve as a lid,he searched onlineuntil he foundsimple, sterling-silver hingesand a matching sterling latchwith a sterling… Continue reading
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For Those Who Rise at Night
I rise at night,wander empty rooms–the cats remain asleep at the foot of the bed,black fur blending to darkness. I listen for the voice–listen in vainfor the voice I knowcan shake me,awaken meto freedom. Perhaps tomorrow nightI will rise againand… Continue reading