Nov 2023
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My Friend & Hiding Place
To my horror I realized my growing addiction to Thrillers. Exorcist though was ugly- boring. Omen more aethestically thrilling, clever. Sure I was nose-deep – in Love for the Sacred, but just about nose deep. Like a deep sea diver that flip flops with mere sand crab. One noon, my 7 months pregnant self, watching… Continue reading
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November leaves, already?
I don’t imagine any of us can fully describe this year, or its impact on 2024. At home its been months of healing, and some. We went years without a family Doc, and suddenly we needed scans, meds at different levels. I’m still getting used to new eyes and shedding glasses ( they’ve been my… Continue reading
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3 phrases I saw yesterday that’s shooken me
Believers in zero Supernaturality spread their faith thick. Some pray to ourself or rivers, trees, sun, moon. Or to good people & hymns handing down faith like Habits worn at the altar, at incense fires and bronze- hand-held manageable cross, in gentle Stained- glass lit Shepherd with some pastel white sheep. Cathedral microphones may or… Continue reading
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i meet You here
Here You always wrote Letters to me, in the Grab of my total attention: these Notes, I understand best when there are no demands, no selfish prayer, no request, just Us; We’ve lived in little and larger cities, villages, mountain, desert, coast, chatty spring, rowdy river to the sea, and bustling town.. & now in… Continue reading
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Chapters of Us
Dawn light shocks my drowsy cup of herbal tea, It fills my dregs, my emptiness, It trails down my throat, my skin, finger tips, my pale blue sock, It falls my floor; Its Dew sips my trees, @ interstellar pace 186,000 miles (300,000 kilometers) per second 5.88 trillion miles (9.46 trillion kilometers) per year, zips… Continue reading
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Invisible Instincts?
our instincts can be blinded by visibility? I am the Aftermath* of zillion family types we never saw; the map of them is in me. We acquire our Environment’s smiles, streets: these we inherit / disinherit, this is what we instinctively fear, or dance with. We hold what makes us feel less vulnerable. In pursuit… Continue reading
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from rivers to seas, deserts and mountains
..my favorite place will always be the heart of God, found in the broken. You shy away the hurting place, but there I’ve found my oasis. There I’ve found refuge. There, breathe Secrets that the Living die for; there we stare down hell and damnation, if we would. Between a rock and a hard place,… Continue reading
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Definitely November
last night after a long day, our son leaned his eyes in my arm. If you’ve seen him, you know he cannot see, so the sensories are numbed in eye sockets. That’s a weird thing to say, but my tears & heart filled in a way it hasn’t: with no sensible words. I sat there,… Continue reading
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The Silent Prayer
nestling where we’d least find it, in the eye of a storm; hated by hell, coveted by those who know Its power; yes This is the best possession I have now, maintained like a cherished Garden. This I’d keep forever and not let go: that secret place where we meet the immortal Continue reading
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‘Indian Picasso’ & the Saint of soup kitchens.
2 famous people? I shared airport aisle with the bare footed MF Hussain at Mumbai, & Mother Therese at a school public meet. He painted her, she Nobel peace prize recipient twice. I was too young to know what to say to either of them, but their images stay: Remnants of fabulous Rebels; Therese carried… Continue reading
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i still love windows
windows between classes, or in them. A universe of school all by themselves. I remember most today- but it all crashes in. As if all of school and college were Prep for the windows Now/ and skies, blunt with that Ageless misfit: the Truth: of an Eternity waiting to be understood. Continue reading
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Vertical Acres
6am dawn light falling in bare toes. I am 7 years old, drinking rays. Great waves of light, as if raying at me. At 7, we watch, run, sit, cartwheel in these miracles. At least once a week I return to that time, those vertical acres of Light, from toes upwards, into the sky. This… Continue reading
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Burning Bush
It burns between Rock and Hard place: with leaves of Fire. I can’t look away nor crumble. The Burning Bush gives no apology for Its Fire: Its Voice burns my wilderness, then roots me into seasons of Red seas. Continue reading
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And This!
Nothing impacts me like the historic Cross of Jesus, Whose blood alone redeems Life. Though I pursue power & possession, though even, give all my wealth to the poor, or speak with tongues of angels, if I have not the love of God in me, I am nothing but a clanging cymbal, a falling drop… Continue reading
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This!
as another dawn breaks over my city, am thinking what a strange new earth we live in: so much hatred, shared world wide: how and when did that happen? Who permits discrimination, racism, and why? Continue reading
