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More Pretend

You choose a place and time to take a stand, although you realize, to some degreethat at the moment you first make said plan,it’s already missed opportunity. You take a breath and calculate the costwith all the tools at hand, … Continue reading

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Prajnaparamita

With what great faculty would you describea something that is nothing in itself – an emptiness that does not rise or fall,but is and isn’t, both, at the same time, and lights, but doesn’t land, adrift in time(which is not … Continue reading

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The Undertone: terza rima

Underneath the skin, a single notion supports how life unfolds from start to end. Beneath the bustle of the world’s commotion, it floats in just a whisper on the wind. In quiet moments, it can be detected, first here, then … Continue reading

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The Notion of Privacy: Spenserian sonnet

A private notion turns to public act when it is witnessed by someone outside your circle; once unloosed, it won’t come back. These days, it quickly wends its way world-wide. Your signal will of course be amplified; within a moment’s … Continue reading

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Eclipse: Shakespearean (English) sonnet

There is no time to lose, soothsayers tell us; Make hay! The sun will shine just for a while, and once it’s gone, the world will turn to rust, deprived of motive power, warmth, and style. All things depend on … Continue reading

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Wake Up: sonetto rispetto

Wake up! The dawn is rapping at the shutters! There is no time to lose, nor waste away; you must begin to clear out all this clutter that gives you an excuse to sleep all day. Believe this: if the … Continue reading

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What Now?: Sicilian sonnet

What now? Is there sufficient cause for reaching beyond the edge of darkness? Will we find ourselves subjected to more endless preaching? Are we fit students for any new teaching? And what good any lesson merely bleaching the past of … Continue reading

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