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A Poem on How to Get Up in the Morning & Other Hospice Lessons

4/17/2015

A Change in Darkness - a poem from the edge

I am stuck in the question.
It is dark and I am uncertain
if the light will come round again…for another day.
I wait.

Defense no longer protects me
I sit jailed on the edge of fear.
Unwilling to move forward, unable to go back.
I wait.

The morning Earth smells holy,
Holding my rememberings,
of family, ancestors…perfect moments between birth, and death.
I wait.

The dark discloses stars as tiara,
birdsong fills my deafness,
The light begins to remember itself in my chest.
I wait with anticipation…

Blind and seeing what doesn’t move,
Darkness has freed me to know

the whereabouts of eternal breath…

I wait here.

The bluebird arrived home today

via broken feathers, to what cannot break.

By noticing what did not fail, I am firefly.

I wait

I glow.

fluorescing.

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The time garden...and weeds

4/5/2015

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Organic materials change over time.
We are, most certainly, in that category as human beings; we change over time; we are all time travelers:

You don’t have to be wiling to travel. Remember, we are talking about time: it can do with you what it wants - kill you, age you, maim you or wake you. Breathing makes us time travelers. Its our ticket to ride and our spaceship is embodiment. Look in the mirror: those wrinkles are skid marks. Your body is time traveling and “You” are along for the ride. - girlQuantum

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A Poem on How to Get Up in the Morning & Other Hospice Lessons

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