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One Potential

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on February 5, 2023| 2 Comments »

as the self expands
through deep space, deep space expands
to fit in the self

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Universal Origin Story

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on December 1, 2021| 14 Comments »




It helps me to think
of the singularity
not as a point per se,
but as a book
that contained
everything that is
and everything
that ever was
and everything
that ever will be—
a book in which
the makings
of spiral galaxies
and nebulae and
triceratops and
Tchaikovsky
and you and ticks
and a bullet and
Google were
all nestled together
in the pages,
and if we could
go back and read
that big bang of a book
I believe we’d find
that in the beginning
was not the word
but a volume
of unfilled folios,
a blank with infinite
potential, an empty
space so generous
that everything
might emerge.
Even planets.
Even fireflies.
Even forgiveness.
Turn the page.
Even peace.

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Dear America,

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on July 3, 2020| 6 Comments »

For your birthday, I’m sending you

the sunflowers in my garden,

which is to say, I send you

something unfinished,

something with so much room

left to grow.

America, I send you

the space above the sunflowers

a space they will reach into.

There is so much promise

of beauty in you, America,

so much blossoming yet to do.

America, you’re right if you think this is symbolic.

So I send you the sunflower’s roots, too.

We all know what happens without them.

America, here’s what I most want to say—

I believe in you, America, and all the hands

that tend your soil. Happy Birthday.

It’s time to get out of your own shade.

Happy Birthday. You’ve got this.  

Home of the brave.

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I Want to Live in That Garden

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on April 25, 2020| 5 Comments »

 

 

What if, tonight, we all went to bed

and thought of our best version of our self.

It wouldn’t be true, of course. Not

in this moment, and not tomorrow.

Not mid-week. Not next week.

Not even next year. But if we could picture it,

it would be a goal we could live toward.

 

It would be, perhaps, like the garden beds

I prepared today—hoeing in fertilizer,

last year’s grass clippings, leaves.

When I was done, the rows still looked like dirt,

but such fine dirt it was for planting.

 

I believe in our resilience.

What is best in us is eager to grow,

like the sunflower sprouts

volunteering again this year.

What if tonight, we imagined the roots

of our goodness. What if tonight,

we planted only those seeds.

 

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One Sauvignon

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on October 8, 2019| Leave a Comment »

 

 

 

thirsting for wine

surprised to find inside

a vineyard, a barrel, a glass

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And What Might Grow Then?

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on June 6, 2019| Leave a Comment »

 

 

Pulling ten thousand

yellow-petalled weeds—

how many more millions

left to pull? How soon

will they be back?

Still, marveling

for a moment

at this small bit of

weedless dirt.

In me, how many

thousands of weeds?

And beneath them,

how many gardens

just waiting to be revealed?

 

 

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One Potential

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on November 16, 2018| Leave a Comment »

 

 

in every moment

a doorway, but sometimes

the door so small

not even my toe

will fit through

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Expansion

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on May 4, 2018| 3 Comments »

 

 

 

When I started to fume,

God grabbed me in his arms

impossibly strong and tender

and said, dear one,

don’t build our house too small

and I dropped my hammer

and nails and noticed

how fine the breeze

without walls.

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One Inner Potential

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on December 6, 2017| Leave a Comment »

 

 

 

anything is possible

but only one thing will happen—

tulip blooming on a dandelion stem

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Who’s There?

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on February 20, 2015| 3 Comments »

Before the snow
before the kiss
before the loss
before the hymn
before the fear
before the dust
before the brick
before the hush
there was the rain
that made the world
a glistening place,
there was a girl
who was her dreams
while wide awake
who never thought
of holding back—
sometimes before
the cold spills in
I feel her knock
inside my ribs.

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