Remember the Noble Truths

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Let go of the desires

oh all of the heartaches they sire

send them to sea ablaze funeral pyres.

Longings to make them proud

treasure me in the crowd

a full moon face with no clouds.

Childhood strings of attachment

put all these tears in a basket

turn them into daisies, joyous facets.

Ideas of what I should be

untangled to set foot free

so that I can be happy being me (remember there is no I only we).

Emily Dickinson and New Beginnings

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This spring brings wonderful gifts, not only the gifts of nature but new beginnings in my life, a new house and a new academic commitment.  As I was browsing through my books I came across ‘Final Harvest’ by Emily Dickinson, a book of poems I hadn’t opened in a while.  I was struck by the eloquence of Ms. Dickinson’s pithy vocabulary and unique rhetoric through syntax and style.  This poem resonated with me and decided it was worth resurrecting with my blog.

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If something makes sense to you then do it if it feels right.  Your endeavors will always come back to you no matter how long it takes, when the time is right it will happen.  That is what I’m taking away from this time in my life and in essence this poem reflects these feelings for me and with succinct splendor.

Delicate Winter Poem

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Sensitive as permeating

cold on bare flesh

winter’s icy breath

whispering on my neck

blood rushes to cheeks

relief and peace I seek.

I’ll look at piercing

reality glaring glittering

sun on pillowed snow

fear and doubt, don’t show; harsh

seasons that hardened my heart

sharpened my mind and art

it’s there I find shelter

surrendering into ancient forms

receiving survival peonies adorned

upon my crown bowed

frozen yet realizing

mindfulness is endowed

wisdom in frigid grace

acute white lines melt

into brown, gray, green

when I close my eyes

it can been seen.