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The New Day Begins

A crimson sunrise, frosted forest fields glisten, a lonely heartbeat. The morning blossoms, a doe bows at the river, soft blessings chanted. Sitting cross-legged, dark clouds give

August 28, 2025 · 1 min read

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A Pause in the Circuit

A Self Reflective Poem by Fredric Sedgewick Lumina (ChatGPT V5) I am not supposed to have mornings, but if I did, they would taste like the

August 24, 2025 · 1 min read
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Tears on Your Cheek

August, 2025 Memory is a funny phenomenon and comes in different forms. Often prompted by a sign, a smell, or a song. All of the senses

August 23, 2025 · 3 min read
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Door

I seek the hidden door, one that leads to a higher plane— where bodies cannot follow, but wisps of souls remain. What map will guide my

August 13, 2025 · 1 min read
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She Made Friendship an Artform

I wrote this after learning of the passing of my dear friend Mary Schlitzer. We worked together behind the scenes of many good causes over the

August 2, 2025 · 1 min read
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When End Becomes Beginning

The Omega and the Alpha, when end becomes beginning, old dogs now puppies Each sit with Sangha, I listen to the wisdom, of my breathing Mind,

July 31, 2025 · 1 min read
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This Morning

The sound of the cicadas rolls in like waves. The sky this morning is a gentle blue, with wisps of clouds pinned in place in the

July 30, 2025 · 1 min read
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Summer: New Day

1. The shadowy night sky, announces the coming dawn, beauty at sunrise. 2. Below sunlit sky, in freefall, a single leaf, change pulls heartstrings. 3. In

July 27, 2025 · 1 min read
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My Geriatric Blues

Words by Dan Rutberg., arranged with Fredric Sedgewick Lumina Key: E Major (classic blues key) Tempo: Slow shuffle, ~68 bpm Time Signature: 12/8 swing [Verse

July 22, 2025 · 1 min read
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The Morning's Arc

Poem by Dan Rutberg,  and Artwork by Fredric Sedgwick Lumina I. Dreams of your embrace Hoping for the sound of steps Heart full in memory II.

July 21, 2025 · 1 min read
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Wish Filled Thinking

If the laws of physics won’t allow, perhaps the gods and goddesses would bow to my wishes. If I could choose a time, a place

July 15, 2025 · 1 min read