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He is Here
The spirit hovered over the waters. Before it all began, His breath was here, blowing dreams into being. Mighty oaks, redwoods, the earth’s crater-bowls of oceans, large blocks of land, the unending sky… all were here in the beginning. He made it so. Creation still...
Empathy/Sympathy
My older son asked me a question a few days ago: What is the difference between empathy and sympathy? He already had been thinking about the question, and had some answers of his own. He's been reading some books (he's an avid reader) on various topics - some for...
Poems by Rilke
Piano Practice by Rainer Maria Rilke The summer hums. The afternoon fatigues; she breathed her crisp white dress distractedly and put into it that sharply etched etude her impatience for a reality that could come: tomorrow, this evening--, that perhaps was...
Reading Books Next to a Fire
A lovely afternoon would be sitting with a friend and reading books next to a raging fire Tell me… What books would you bring? Stack them here So I can pick them up One by one And read What delights you Best friends— (is this meaning defined in dictionaries— a blank...
she became silent
Silence for too long and no no words for far too long no answering the phone (then and now) when light finally broke through escape from prison she spoke but didn’t speak unable to speak hiding away resting, recovering from a month of savagery she now cries,...
certain/uncertain
Some things are certain (what I know) Others uncertain (I don’t know what you’re thinking) . . . Some know how to love— (you—beautiful you—from what I perceive and believe) — and I’m certain about certain facts such as ( ) And others don’t know how to love...
Sunset (by Rilke)
Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colors which it passes to a row of ancient trees. You look, and soon these two worlds both leave you one part climbs toward heaven, one sinks to earth. ~Rainer Maria Rilke: Sunset
Last Year’s Words (quote)
"For last year's words belong to last year's language And next year's words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning." -- T.S. Eliot //
consolation (poem)
tell me, dear reader, what choice do i have but to remain incognito? and to console myself with countless books, endless cups of tea, and hours and hours of writing, and cry a little in between. * © prasanta december 27,...
december solstice (poem)
Official first day of winter-- the solstice when darkness is bigger, greater, longer than the sun’s extended rays which reach my fingertips eight minutes later than when they first sizzled out of their thermogenic home This electromagnetic radiation reaches the cool...
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