ESSAYS ON FINDING MORE MEANING IN LIFE & WORK
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NIght-drawn
Night might be the collection of unfocused breaths released in sleep – drawn from the echo-chamber of unconscious thought.
A Blue House
You have become extraordinary, small house – for in the night, in the morning, in the twilight moment when I’m not sure I should turn on the lights – you are a conduit of living, all good and true hours happen in you.
Morning, 02-19-10
Along the edge of the large darkness pushes the first red line, come to snuff the street lights and string the cold-weather birds along their dotted-line flight toward morning places.
The Hour of the Stars
I know the hour of the stars. When the light in the west lowers, day falls beneath the black stone night places over this running field.