Isn't it fortuitous, this time just the two of us? cc: Chagall 2021
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As I defrost my frozen yogurt culture, I bid them Godspeed. might they find happiness for generations, as they populate my milk offerings, and enjoy my controlled environments, propagating liters of fresh probiotic dairy for my flora to enjoy God is amazing. God is Good. I will take care of you, as you would me And someday I shall freeze you again cc: Chagall 2021
If only for a moment, if only for one day, one night, if only Never in a lifetime, never in a year, throughout all seasons If only we'd remember, if only we knew, love long ago Never comes again, though seasons turn sad to summer cc: Chagall 2021
These Chicago-hardy figs are producing nothing here in hearty New England Maybe Chicago ain't what it used to be cc: Chagall 2021
When I die, don't mourn or pray, instead I feel, I'd respond better to subtle puzzles you might ponder whose solution is me ...and I would pop on the other side, if only for a moment... tethered in your space yet unbounded still as no ripple on a pond deep within the closed eye of you surrounded by no time surrounded by all time such is prayer, such is death? (no god is God, as God is god, you whisper, then you ponder, and You?) And I pop for that moment cc: Chagall 2021
There are many of you, well organized, strong, brave, determined So have your own revolution, there where You live! Stop riding on the coattails of my dead sons and daughters cc: Chagall 2021
May these take root before frost settles in, no longer simply a hoary old saw, there is little time left for the growing, and harvest will come early, if at all, such are the fields we sow and reap these days cc: Chagall 2021
I remember being very young, and my Mom licks her finger with her tongue, to slick my cowlick down cc: Chagall 2021
this morning I am re-potting snake plants - black gold, Laurentii, fernwood (or maybe a rebellious robusta?) and Zeylanica, specifically - and I utter to myself that some of the leaves look pretty ragged and I probably should clip those out, to which the plants collectively sigh, and so we make a pact: no frond gets left behond. cc: Chagall 2021
Once, in the now-empty seats of my mind, sat great thoughts, gathered around the table of feasts and I was lost, though thought found I... there among them but now there is no need to eat, for all is manna and all is not matter about the gates entwined in hibiscus I am the opening through which I have come into which I recede I ebb more than I am, awake in ground more than figure, until I am no more, then plain as day I shield myself one with the night occasionally I spy an ancient hall where grand thoughts aspire and I wave cc: Chagall 2021
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