“Don’t Hesitate” (poetry recitation)

"Don't Hesitate" by Mary Oliver If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy,don’t hesitate. Give in to it. There are plentyof lives and whole towns destroyed or aboutto be. We are not wise, and not very oftenkind. And much can never be redeemed.Still, life has some possibility left. Perhaps thisis its way of fighting back, that …

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you have arrived

You made it! (I am elated) I hope you brought your appetite! Let me look at you. Oh, what a beautiful sight! Let me take your bag. Hope it's light to carry and free of worries. Have a seat, next to my orange tree, under swaying bulbs burst from flowers, fragrant. There’s a chill in …

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from the Trail

morning tug of war a primordial mind pulling me down where it is safe, and the space is warm the seeking mind ultimately wins pulling me toward a path that pushes air through my lungs, blood into my legs, and thoughts into my waking brain …………………… How many times I’ve passed him I’ve lost track …

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Truth Seekers

In this day-to-day automated existence, too many people skim the surface. It is safer there. Plenty of time is spent skimming, but less purpose and commitment is found there. Less knowing and truthfulness too. Shallow swimming. Shallow breathing. Shallow connections. Shallow living. But in the depths, swim the truth seekers, where things are murky, where …

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Don’t be so UPpity

Lips adorned with Ruby Woo make a statement with their style (not their substance). They speak only polite whispers, as to not offend or draw attention to. Like words selectively spoken, at a formal dinner the correct fork is carefully chosen (without hesitation). To not know the difference between a dinner fork and a fish …

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Roam Free

I drank from a water fountain that quenched me as a kid. Much lower to the ground than I remember. (The fountain, not me!) circa late 70s, early 80s... Small hands released warm water gurgles that thirsty mouths slurped up. Impatient voices from the sweaty line behind shouted, “Hurry Up!” We were little squirmy gerbils …

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Sweet and Fierce is She

Hers is a heart of extremes; rare it seems. Two atriums pumping independently: sweetly and fiercely, blood merges into one life force. Buried under skin and bone is the source. Never trapped, never contained; her heart extends to the edge of the universe. In its chambers, lives two: a gentle child safeguarded from corruption and …

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Let’s Do Diga Diga Doo

Grow old together? This suggestion I’d rather not consider. Grow old alone; I could manage just fine. In love I’d rather grow young. Having completed decades of “to dos” – to playful mischief let’s say “I do.” Let’s put on our Sunday best for no reason at all and through the park, take a stroll, …

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Passing the Playground

I passed her on the playground I was once her Someday she’ll be me She was pushing a giggling girl in a fastened seat I watched Bouncing pig tails and kicking feet I smiled at her She smiled at me I wanted to pause my walk and tell her all I’ve learned along my motherly …

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His Hands

His hands sparked a fire that changed the horizon feet that once stumbled in the darkness made swift and spirited by the glow cast from red hot sparks His hands built ovens that pumped air and purified ore a lone artist on the edge of civilization he transformed blazing metal into purposeful and beautiful His …

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