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rudyan
I'd been feeling, not sad exactly, but quiet---remembering Maxie, experiencing Maxie---for several days after I heard of his death. Yesterday I started this thread in Diving Deeper, not realizing other threads were already going... More »
rudyan
Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened. Don't open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument. Let the beauty we love be what we... More »
rudyan
April in the wings waits out March's last tantrum soft rains clear the air [Photo source ]
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I awoke before dawn, ventriloquist lips Blossoming haiku; funbled light, scribbled, Fell asleep again, mind-gathering photos For my spring collage. Woke next to grey morning, seeing Eyes I knew were closed, wide with love... More »
rudyan
Forever changing, Life's an open mystery. Thrilled, I turn the page. RAD 3/22/09 Photo source
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Whenever anyone has asked me this question, I have found myself at a loss for words. Where did I come from? Does it matter? Does it matter where I'm going? Who, or where I am?... More »
rudyan
Nostalgia, along with a feeling of something ending, but what’s left to end? And a sense of floating in the mystery of not knowing. Late, by myself, in the boat of myself, no light... More »
rudyan
Tuesday is so sweet A rainbow peeking through clouds Monday night's windstorm Monday night's windstorm October flies through the air Painting Tuesday's lawn Original haiku first posted here . Photo source .
rudyan
ancient rainforest whispered prayers for the planet this cathedral grove [Photo by Matt Winslow on IgoUgo.com]
rudyan
if I am grateful for anything it is for words, like geysers flushing out the poisons like tides washing away the detritus of other words that pelted, thundered, zapped my soul into oblivion
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