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The morning’s song is bright or dire Wet with dreaming’s fresh respite The future’s promises renewed And yet somehow destroyed The scenes play out, their agents dressed In ancient garb within But now machines set tone and tempo I grow old and young...

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To know deep trouble in our lives is agonizing. It seems to come upon us as a curse, and yet, within it, great treasure is nearly always concealed… for it calls us to awakening, as if from a dream… in which we dabbled — that we might divest ourselves of...

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Remembering my Grandmother today. Every day, actually. She was the shining light that kept our family together, the Moon around which we gathered at the holidays. The living place of my world. She made Easter an adventure every year in my childhood. She would hide...