For Teddy

Sometimes people ask, deeply concerned does life have meaning, or, looking down, privately wonder, do I have meaning? The real answer is not the normal, cheer you up stuff, because the truth is, ​no, life has no meaning, because life is not about meaning but being. Life is about emergence flowering into fragrance. It is too full of being and becoming to worry about a definition For a system of infinite silence that also manifests as...

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Where is that cub?

Where is that cub Mother Lion? He left today out into the field Where is that cub? He used to tuck his little body next to you in our bed of grass Fearful thing I suppose he needed you and you him From my side I understood cubs need their mother mothers need their cub I allowed this as a part of the way Knowing that someday the cub would leave you out into the field What would you do then with the cub gone? Even so, sometimes with you...

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Goose Memory

Last week on the roof of a skeleton beamed barn -all siding gone- a Canadian goose stood throughout our tennis match half a block away All alone, watching we knew not what, ​a silhouette in grey until, just as we loaded up into cars, another goose rose from the bracken and they both soared over Now this week a Caterpillar branded earth mover dug a hole and the bones of the barn were burned and buried leaving only a goose memory...

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