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So Many Ways to Do It Right

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on March 13, 2021| 6 Comments »


 
 
This longing to get it right—
to not only find the right path
but to walk it with grace,
without stalling, without stumbling.
 
But the forest is dark and deep
and the paths are many—
and I fall, and in falling,
I stop.
 
So this is what it takes
to notice the beauty of being still,
to see how staying in place, too, is a path,
how falling, too, is a grace.
 
How much easier it is to walk now
when I trust any path I’m on is the right one,
even this one where I fall,
even this one when I don’t move at all.
 
 
 

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Making It Right: A Prophesy

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on June 17, 2020| 2 Comments »

 

 

The duty of a musician is for us to take anything that happens on stage and make it part of the music.

—Herbie Hancock, Master Class

 

 

No wrong notes in jazz, said the musician

and the poet insisted, no wrong words.

No wrong leaf, said the tree,

and field said, no wrong grass.

No wrong time, promised the friend

and the river said, no wrong rock.

And the heart said, no wrong love,

but the mind said, no, that’s wrong.

And the wrong love replanted itself like grass

and grew wild in all the wrong places

like a gorgeous weed, like a tap-rooted song

until the whole field was beautifully wrong, wrong.

 

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On the Road to Shambala

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on January 31, 2019| 8 Comments »

 

 

 

Today yet another chance to notice

how often I am wrong. How easily

 

my voice puts on its business suit

and power pumps and exudes confidence—

 

how sure I am that I am right! And then,

when confronted with the real truth, what to do

 

but laugh at the self who just moments ago

was strutting and certain and bold.

 

What a relief to kick off the shoes

and let the self run barefoot through the afternoon,

 

ditching her dress, letting the world

laugh at her, holes in her stockings,

 

holes in her conviction, shoulders

bare and exposed. Feel how the breeze

 

rushes in through the open door,

carries with it the song of red-wing blackbirds,

 

touches everything like relief, like

a song about journeys, like forgiveness.

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Pulling Carrots

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on September 10, 2014| Leave a Comment »

From the top I
can’t tell if the
carrot below
will be straight
or spiraled, stubby
or long, but I like
to guess, and I’m
usually wrong.
And I do not
mind it at all
being wrong,
in fact I love
the surprise.
I tell myself,
wouldn’t it
be something
if I could be
so wrong
with you.

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