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Richard Brautigan

In her sweetness where she folds my wounds there is a flower that bees cannot afford. It is too rich for them and would change their wings into operas and all their honey into the lonesome maps of a nonexistent California county. When she has finished folding all my wounds she puts them away in… Continue reading Richard Brautigan

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Terrance Keena

Carrying a day is like carrying a mountain, those endless small words men use to guard their helplessness. Put your day down. Come to the bank in the snow wearing grace and pain, the silence at the end of sentences. Breathe the snow and the sad odor of human dust. All the roads are inside… Continue reading Terrance Keena

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Lucien Stryk

The wind blows hard among the pines Toward the beginning Of an endless past. Listen: you’ve heard everything. — Lucien Stryk, “Wind Among The Pines,” Where We Are: Selected Poems and Zen Translations (Skoob Books, 1997)

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Thich Nhat Hanh

“In us, there is a river of feelings, in which every drop of water is a different feeling, and each feeling relies on all the others for its existence. To observe it, we just sit on the bank of the river and identify each feeling as it surfaces, flows by, and disappears. – Thich Nhat… Continue reading Thich Nhat Hanh

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