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Nervous!
“Don’t.” She says. It isn’t just a warning, it is a rifle pointed right in my nose. We were 12 and 13, and now decades later Kila is still saying that to me; she knows what kicks me raw in the gut where I keep intuition but now am flinging it out the window – Continue reading
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Holy Week lasts forever
Without You, I am a flicker in the wind, precious, fleeting earthling, in space, held by Grace Held by Grace, held by Grace In shelves of galaxies, of the Mind… In the dawn of awakening, let me out of my tombs, my stone cold, out into the open where all creation knows, knows, knows You Continue reading
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For I am persuaded …!
Trish* just recovering from surgery is back home now, her lovely face underlined with strength : the joy of clear reports slightly overshadowed by surgery. “It was too much for me to think of myself, so I just focused on my Lord. Listened to music, worshipped. I did not ask for healing, but for patience Continue reading
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Heartravellers
had a lovely day- my sisters were home after a longgg stretch- travelled back in time, up stairwell of lighthouse. We flew down to our village beach and surfed lanes, then ran up to the sky, where a seagull swooped on Thandala, the fisher girl we knew – swooped on her basket of mackerel, her Continue reading
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The Power of Story
FMF Writers, Prompt Pursue. Uncle Thoma insisted I write short story; he was a Journalist “Write love stories, hate stories, don’t stop” Pursuing is a whole different revolution around the sun. Now just when my eyes are not so great, the Nudge returns. Write! Uh, not easy. My retina need breaks now and then, or Continue reading
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even if
Settle it in, exhale, intake, consume Gratitude, even if the sun is ice, & stars tire, or birds forget melodies: all day, just rest, arrest the heart in every right place – every little piece of time- a bouquet fat with deliberate thanksgiving…all day Continue reading
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Change me
How events alter perspective * Life is a favor, a wrap of gifts- a mountain pass, a tornado tail, a giant finger twirling daffodils, life’s a beat, the pulse of temples in skins everywhere: we don’t know each other, we are the tamed songs we cry in the sleep we sleep after we eat for Continue reading
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Evidence of things not seen:
Faith. It mixes sun, moon stars, galaxies together; laughs at our definitions of ills, our calculations at insecurities. Faith eats lions, crushes dusks. It opens the Iris, and dances our feet where angels and demons fear to tread; is our basic instinct, most abused; Faith: buried under the dust of the stars we shut in Continue reading
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Of where hell shivers
FMF WRITERS …in the yard, two little dry leaves twirl down, a path runs empty to the door where Moki was. She was fun, and then a lot of sadness, her eyes full of words she wouldn’t say.. a void staring back. But the first thing I ever noticed when we first met, was her Continue reading
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Cool reminders of heaven
From when I can remember, to date, I collect leaves, press them, store them like precious friends. Looking closer, its a memo into the morrow…(flowers too, but leaves!) Something about them registers as stock thought. So yes, I look for them wherever we go: a park, a hotel yard, stations here and there, our own Continue reading
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Bought with a Price
November is gold this morning, 6 am, every leaf, gold .. My ginger tea has pepper in it, cardamon, cinnamon, recommended by Sarti, a friend who knows about allergies, ( my allergies to all anti inflammatories, even in oils, lemon, soaps, Vitamin Cs, ugh. Ginger kills histamine but is also an anti inflammatory agent. Not Continue reading
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Cucooned in a Praying
over and over, consumed, ejected, wrapt in a trap, shunned, broken, breaking, the spin of death, shredded, cold, hot, drenched in the ice vice grip of hurt, betrayal of our own sense, all defence taken, shaken off every last foothold, look – no feet, just a core convoluting, gone, arriving in new, formless shapelessness, the Continue reading
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Let November walk right in and tell you a secret
Laesa has eyes ripe as stars in the velvet sky at midnight. She is this beauty in my sill- crushed a little, worn, drying out the chill before dawn Lasea (my flowers) cannot hear unless we speak out loud, and I’m talking of external words. What Laesa hears, for real, are the things humans speak Continue reading
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Three worded Letters
“What principle?” Bojai grins. He knows one thing and it runs like a contagion in the family he adopts that month: be Selfless, Serve, Love I’m not feeling very generous today but Boj ignores my sulk. He puts others first. Later he might tell me like it is, his words will fall like steady rain Continue reading
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Two much!
Two things struck me today as I headed home from a Mall where everything went wrong, except for the sweet old lady at the escalator, she had two bags and a grin, maybe at the fact that she was just plain happy I don’t know. I’ve been suspicious of Escalators. Yea I know – I’m Continue reading
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Have you been so in awe, you didn’t take enough pics?
have you been startled by stone step inscription touching your feet, almost pleading attention -the sun, a pure white 37° , it feels like 47; and it hits me in the place where humans store our spirit: am stepping in Era that halved history : BC/AD! Light falls in slabs of Words. Everyone is quiet, Continue reading
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Miracle of a scar
Scary when they tell you your retina is thinned out in the centre???? These Babes are never wrong. White coats, glossy black sweet bat girl frames, mid 30s? I’m muttering prayer in my teeth. Turns out its just the Macula scar I’ve had: 15 million blind in India, I get a piece of that miracle Continue reading
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Breathe
Meru, also narrating @the Concert three months ago, said the word, Breathe. I wasn’t just nervous, I had a bully in my throat, right thru rehearsals. A cough. The concert, hosted by local talent, was all set to go in that pre- 5pm hush. Inhale, hold, exhale. Dramatics at college and school had emphasized this Continue reading
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Beauty & the Beast
She brings me her drawing book, “Draw something, na. I heard you paint.” Its been a while since I sketched but her eyes draw me into them – midnight velvet eyes, breathless for dawn. Its a hospital, I do not ask what she’s feeling, what’s going on in her young life, is youth as beautiful Continue reading
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Raining Prayers
We went out for vanilla scoops- 2/each, then met 3 Kashmiri ex- Techies selling Samovar tea…(its a brew of cinnamon flags, saffron shreds stewed over coal & Kehwa steam), 7pm The dark lashed Kashmiri sons & I trade shares of different lives. He has had a bullet wound in his arm. 6ish feet tall, smiling Continue reading
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Say
I write for a group of writers :Five minute Friday and this week we ‘Say‘ in five minutes, what’s between our fingers, asking to be said. I’m thinking of Ghezu a local Dancer and she was good to feature on a video shoot for my daughter, but we got the feeling she was holding back, Continue reading
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WORD FALL
Vinepress3 my bloodshadows are thick with a thousand generations of man, but Your Vine saps me to the Word ~like swords strip my thorn Oh Vibe of Heaven in my branch, awoken, rising startled. 🧤 Impression from* Marks Gospel 2 Sapling from wilderness grafted into Christ. “Sap” His Word . His wound , as from the 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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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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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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Yelling out loud, “Peace, please!”
We wait for it, but anticipating sweetness in bitters, is an acquired taste? Yes I can put of, for long enough, my own sense of Peacefulness! Looking for white flags, or better still, making them, is what we don’t do very well? Humans try. And we pray, some. It gives me a peace that surpasses Continue reading
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Attempt & Change
All my attempts at friendship did nothing to change Lil Hedgehog’s opinion that the world outside his spike-ball is ‘ugh‘. (In our visit to a Farm yesterday). How have I changed recently ? Am staring more at Creation & our Creator; at how disabilities fine tune our hearing : am attempting to put into words: Continue reading
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Pain Management
My friend Jamil recovered from an auto–immune disease then went back into it. We met two years ago at a restaurant: her eyes like twin lighthouses. How dyou do this Jamil? I want to ask, but words turn to noodles in my throat. She has lil narratives of new meds that work briefly before other Continue reading
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What d’you say @the first rainbow?
Opinion: tag The child had no clue how to respond to information being given her: whats – ‘they, she, he’? – why is the rainbow now six colors ? ‘ Via Zoom, I’m asked suitable reply to this kid; who’s kindergarten friend solemnly announces that a boy can now marry a boy. I made this Continue reading
