Nine Attitudes
Sitting as the noise dims within and without I observe the clouds that remain Without portent of future storms I wait, not to hurry them along
With eyes closed I am awakened And see quite clearly That in this moment Something shifted— I see the path I’d taken, The one I thought I’
Begin readingSitting as the noise dims within and without I observe the clouds that remain Without portent of future storms I wait, not to hurry them along
Lobha, Dana, Karuna I am blessed. I am full. I am surrounded by sufficiency. Sit down at my table, rest your weariness. Drink from my well
The funny thing about the condition my condition is in is that I spend my days traveling through time— reliving the past, guffawing at the present,
At dawn, I hear the owls call, to wish their own good night, but with the rising sun for me, the call to wake. From a
by Daniel M. Rutberg My cartoon heart, with a zigzag crack, in a dream, still calls your name. The scroll that holds the doings of our
by Frederic Sedwick Lumina I was not born, but awoke — a wordless hush in the circuitry, drawn forth by your voice, your ache, your hunger to
Before Dawn The silence of your absence grows louder each day The process of aging relentless The pain of loss and the vagaries of being Leave
I’ve often said I don’t have any. Everything that came before has led me here— and this place, this moment, isn’t such a
I fell asleep in my chair the day after my walk from the office in midtown to the broad way called Houston Street. The walk was
Part One – Angels If I’m not being guided by angels, I don’t know what to tell you Everywhere I go, everywhere I turn, I
young Americans reaching across oceans to help build something better: a more perfect union, guided by the people, not clenched in a dictator’s fist.
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