Order and Compassion

Pythagorus surmiseda theorem of patternsdefining life’s mysteries Despite my abhorrencefor numbers, I concur thatthere is order to the unknown Guided by compassionI walk that intrepid riddleseek the enlightened path. ( Image my own.)

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Questioning Questions

Does the caterpillar question, eek out the significance of each puzzling piece, self-impose standards, before submitting to transformation? Why then, must I tear at each segment, consume myself with riddles, delete pieces of the whole, in order to fit a mould? Am I not just part of some divine journey, tied to a destiny in […]

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Souls Are Crossing Over

The night stars glitter over a city asleep, while a dim light glows from a hospital bedside, and a woman watches vigil over her dying husband. Across town in a different medical center, a thirty-something man squeezes his wife’s hand, as she labours with the product of their love. I lie awake, conscious of the […]

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Confessions From The Sick Bed

Before I was sick, I counted the days and hours, not because of drudgery – I loved my job – because I had stretched myself beyond normal limitations. Before I was sick, I wore responsibility like a superhero, and defined by work, prioritized tasks above well-being. Before I was sick, I joked with others about […]

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Day 264 “Do Not Wait”

“What does this say Mommy?”  A two-year-old peers intently at the letters on a page. “They’re words, Honey.  You’ll have to wait until you go to school to learn to read.” “When will I have a boyfriend?”  A pre-teen wonders aloud. “Not until you’re older,” she’s told.  “Wait a few years yet.” “I can’t wait […]

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Day 253 Power

Hope glides on the wings of the early morning dawn; awakening. Whispered promises: new beginnings bright possibilities. Hope smiles electric blue, sunshine yellow darkness receded. Reality slams the door closed harsh recollection shatters illusion. Colours fade to gray – nothing has changed. Hope trails: a gossamer thread; a faint flutter; refusing to die. The soul […]

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Day 249 “The Deep Pool”

A figure of breathtaking beauty glides across the center square, his classic attire announcing success, his god-like countenance turning heads. His velvety deep voice hints at an accent, stirring imaginations and desire. He pauses every so often to greet another with warmth and genuine compassion, but his heart is set on me. Juxtaposed to my […]

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Day 247 “Multiple Perspectives”

Anti-establishment and flower-power formed the background of my youth. Women burning their bras, Hippies holding sit-ins, War in Vietnam. Beatles and Rolling Stones were household names, and school children took the Pepsi vs Coke challenge. Twiggy and Mary Quaint and Piccadilly Circus set the fashion stage. A flower-toting leader dating well below his years, wooed […]

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