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saturday night we go to parkers light houseshare a fisherman's platter, dipping lobsterinto warm butter; drinks (black russian)and walk around shoreline village. later, driveto 2nd street. a christmas parade is breaking upso we walk over the bridge to naples and aremesmerized by sounds of gondolas...by our selves...we can talk and don't have to talk.tuesday, david comes to tsog at the

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Just want to let you know thatI'll tell you every hour on the minutehow much I love you and add somethingnew to the dialogue every day.How I'll do thatgiven half a chance,until one day when I'll be tellingyou how much I love you, talking 24/7until you grow tired but still, youwon'tpush me away.

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leaf blowers outside my windowdog scratches at the doorthree phones ringingfootsteps pound upstairsmy bed,an island in this sea of suffering.

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billie's whithering away.the dementia's got her in its grip.she comes up to me,hair like a halo;asks what dayis today, is it saturday.are therethings i should be doing?I say no. sit down and make a card.she says, things are bad for dorapray for her, will you? is today saturday?I go out to the van, clothes stuckto me,thinking how relentless it all isand how while delivering food, lobsangwangchuk

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"I remember the day the magic died.Somehow, during the winter,my mind had shifted into a higher gear.I walked into the playhouse on the first day of summer.I sat down and picked up a doll and a teacup,and waited for the old spells to begin.I tried again, but my doll was dead,and I noticed that my teacup was dusty.I sat there for a long time, thinking of nothing.Then I left, closing the

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Sunday Dream of Wisdom When I reached enlightenmentI left behind all eyes...all clatter ofHuman nature. BecameOne with limitless beings, leavingBehind the pinnacle of samsara.O' charming, heroic, and fearsome,Laughing, cunning, and fierce,Compassionate, awesome, and peaceful,These manners are displayed.I prostrate to thesethe fifty-eight blood-drinkers.O' to visit with you again.

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Falls and Rising A million miles awayand a short walk from the car.Taps into something deep within.Something so primitive so vagueThatOnly later do I noticeA new, different appreciation of nature.Loud lack of noise - I'm tooBusy, trying to duplicateMy world of artificial sound (voices, talk, radio)That which I've grown used to. I slowlyQuiet down but not without a fightAnd allow my surroundings

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October 23 October 25 8:00 8:00 8:01Trick Moon When low on the horizon,Moon can seem larger than when high in the night sky.An illusion which doesn't involveenlarging effects of atmosphere. It's all in the mind.That's all, the mind.The way it works: brain thinks thingson the horizon are farther away than what is seen overhead.We're accustomed to clouds close in comparisonto those at the tip of

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My mother has collectedspoons from various places.Airport terminals, antiqueshops, tourist attractions.They collect dust. No lipshave ever brushed their metal. I don't think shenotices them anymore.

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Great Hotels. They smell clean and are relatively cheap. 2-3 stars. Kitchenettes.Something funny going on in the hallway though. Snapped this photo Sunday night. Photoshopped it when I got home.hee

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Weird Moon over Rancho Bernardo October 22, 2007 Someone tells me it's called Lens Flare...I've researched and found it shows up in unusual times and places. Artistic device if lucky, mysterious as anything I've ever snapped.

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Urban Mysteries I have not been sleeping well.What must be a very large mockingbird perches somewhere, too close to my bedroom.Warmer now, the smell of garbage wafts under the open ledge of the window. A few days ago, my dog started going off into the bushes. I clap my hands several times, reprimand her for no reply to my beckoned call. Two nights ago, I notice an absence of the annoying chatter,

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My favorite is Earl Grey See in the cupboard:Cherry Rose Green, Ginger,Rose hip -- Oolong,Lapsang Souchong.Read the black and whitelabel on the backof the tea box: Peoplehave discovered the value of this ancient system which focuses on aiding the body's own healing mechanisms through restoring health and balance.I choose the box of Earl Grey,get a blue teacup, sitand relax in the rattan

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Red Suitcase It first appeared somewhere over the Orient. Japan, I think. A giant glowing red suitcase. It lingered long spilling its huge cargo over the land. Little men in bowler hats stopped their scurry long enough to bask in its sexy red light. Kabuki dancers ceased gyrations--oohed and ahhedat the flourescence. Everyonefelt giddy. Only I knew the story. As it moved West and hovered over New

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An OceanFinite frailty, mother's laugh- a delicate ribbon, invisible waterfall. I guide her up slick steps. "You okay, Mom"? Her pace slows, "I'm okay Babe." We stop at the weathered rail. "Look at him," she points at the bob and vie of surfers. "He must be cold. Poor boy." My sarcasm sounds good spoken by her, I think. Ahead, a daughter and her son. "You okay, Nana?" Her eyes shine; "I'm okay,

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whisperscan hear the soundof your sleeve whisperstiff wool brushes paper.& hear the scratch of a pentouch ink & thought fly skelter,etched amidst the tide.i can taste the salt of tears shedvia scribbles escape from shelter.i think how the bud senseshappiness when new spring sunshines down.i can see the image that stayed behindhaunted, hunted, found -- litbefore dusk burns time.i write it down &

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Crafts: Suncatcher. Two pieces glass, painting of roses,two victorian cat stickers,brass tape around edges.

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Solution to Ambiguity One day or any-one in another where,at midnight, dawn or noon's blue-dusk.I'll go to the mountain on the island,if it's warm & the climate remains, a vagrant oddity.I'll wait for the sun to set,you won't greet me & we can't leave alone.I won't talk & you won't too, eyes blindeddark, we'll run into ourselves, two eyes, noses, faces -- blam,tear-stained cold, butt-wet &

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beyulfor timto the west, in a landshaped like a lotus blossom,where dakas play horns and dakinisdance behind waterfalls, nagasemit jewels from their mouthsto the east, seven dharma kings chantin a heart-shaped valley where heapsof wish fulfilling gems lay at the footof the seven mountains of mount meru.to the south, in a caveof the five tantric wisdomspractised by padmasambavaare the five torma

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no. 9 Moonlight, I hear is sagewhispers rush to meet ears.Heady wordsswim in moods of nightshade.Nine drops I squeezefrom the moon; they fallbetween us and scentthe room.His lust unwindsto midnight, lungingthrough star-kissed columbinehe floatswarm, river-weary to me.Desire loosens arms, knees, thighs...he looksmore meltingly than sleep or death,such sweetness carries him.Ambrosia teases,lifts

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only got this blog for the name.

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