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prayer wheels

on my father’s side

it’s all redwoods, fully

the climate of that &

how footfalls echo

thru the earth, stilling

quiet tremors of a heart

feeling for that longing.

the womb that bore me

now but ash, the steady

diet of words remains

nourishing, honed. &

whittled to an essense

thru practice – what tuning

is in a long birth of patience.

it is the space of events

that one is within -

forming the whole of it

which is a thing in itself

yet no thing but being

in continuity, whether

or not you might notice.

That which is irritating

remains perhaps unhealed

perhaps accommodated

pervious as background

music in an elevator when

some sudden healing pie

cosmic pie he said, hits home.

anybody ever tell you

about a deeper truth

right there within it all &

the all I mean is The All

quietly inclusive, including

the web suspended among

filaments of cosmic dust?

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rd
May 2009
dob 31.05.1938
w/gratitude

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