Tag: joy
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On Wonder
When I look at the sky its blueness mixes and cycles with thunder, lightning and rain.I notice, the vulture, content to feast on leftovers of once beautiful things, fly with the same majesty of the hawk.At night, I see the stars burn bright and smell the rain’s petrichor snake off the worn sides of Racoon…
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Well of Souls
(after William Erickson)The well sings of all the fallen children.The song is sad and long for there are many,but it’s also beautiful, for the children sing to the din of stars above.It’s the song of the echo of love, a song that grows, low and soft and secretbuilding a staircase to the heavensthat rises above…
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Before Entering into the Morning
(after Brenda Hillman)Before entering into the morningI shrug off chemo memories,swallow the bitter taste of other ancient ashesin my mouth.1 minute 30 seconds on defrost,the flip, another 1:00 on high,the microwave sanctifies my biscuit wrapped in a paper towel shroud.My dog paws at my feet, beggingfor the meaty morsel that I will solemnly cut in…
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Living With the Zoomies
I wish I was my dog, keeping the scent ofspring sunshine on everything forever inside.How I envy this creature that knows sky is the color of all the aromas of nature,that beauty is the crush of every nose that breathesin its reeling sunlight.It must be so delicious for him to sniff the scintillating buzz of…
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Clarity
Joy rises in feathered swirls on sorrow’s wings, above the illumined dusk— the grieving heart of all living things.
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Four Haikus on Childhood
1. A MAGICAL PLACE From the yellow hut near the power plant’s river he’s shocked to see fish. 2. THE INTERNAL NOTEBOOK She scratches the spot on her arm where her parents buried deep their dreams. 3. ALONE AT THE FAIR WITH MONEY Rubber duck winnings buys popcorn, moo-moos, a pony, car rides, burst balloons.…
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Raise the Red Lantern, Take Down the Blue Lantern
The wooden shutters must be flung opento scatter the doves on the ledge to the sky.Hang up that red lantern long reserved for all.Put it in the brightest spot to release the most joy.Take down that old blue lantern put up on the eaveswhen Mǔqīn (Mother) flower began to wilt in winter. for today, she…
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My Happiness Is Defined in You
To see what I see as beautiful. and not ever hide your little joys, knowing the sun rises, stars don’t fall, and all our Chinese meals are poems.