January 8, 2014 by dear occupant

Faith interwoven….Tanka/Haiku

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evergreen boughs weigh
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heavy with hungry sparrows
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awaiting daybreak.
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their hopeful chirping,
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like sweet memories waken
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a sleeping landscape.
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our nature entwined
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in Faith that a warming Sun
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will rise once again.
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November 29, 2013 by dear occupant

Friday Repost…..petals open slowly

Friday Repost
for my new friends,
a little dig in the
archives for you.
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petals open slowly
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across undulating fields of truthful wheat
across the window walled skyscraper cities
across churning surf and miles of embattled shore
and a mother’s loving comfort hearing her baby’s cry

know your nourishing and loyal day will arrive
an infinite Sky in her kindness and healing grace
offering all its patient memory and forgiveness
and a wisdom knowing that all petals open slowly

and renewal and its reinvention begin the day
because a child’s heart is a truth we can’t deny
my dearest friend the sun is warming at your window
and our new world awaiting to hear your hopeful reply
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Who is of smiling face
Bestower of all fortunes
Whose hands are ready to
Rescue anyone from fear

It is the child in us
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my morning music and a beautiful video::::enjoy::::

November 25, 2013 by dear occupant

Monday Haiku….the beckoning call

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the beckoning call
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Winter’s icy voice,
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an apathetic hiss through
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gangways and alleys,
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the callous slicing
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across streets and tender skin.
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there’s no reprieve in
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this frigid metropolis,
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stripped naked when ice winds sneak,
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under window sills…
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through mortar and psyche…
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stirring the blackened mold of
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toxic memories.
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it’s the helplessness
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against this relentless howl…
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the beckoning call
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of the white season…
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the rerun of fatal fears..
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of hibernation…
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i dream of the womb,
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in amniotic innocence
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pregnant with Hope.
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i believe in Hope,
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I believe in Redemption
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and in Renewal.
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to erase my eyes
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of each cruelty i’ve seen,
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and sleep… until Spring.
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October 14, 2013 by dear occupant

a wish come true

dear new friends and old,

it isn’t often that a difficult issue, especially one that involves family, is resolved in precisely the way you hoped it would, that everything might just fall into place, and everyone might play their part according to a perfect but unwritten script. navigating family resolutions, at least in my experience, is like living in a colorless, flat landscape of unsatisfsctory compromises.

that absolute ideal, what you really hope could happen, rarely does.

well, i will tell you today that everything did fall into place, everyone did play their part perfectly, without rancor, without a single voice raised, with empathy and resolve and a single minded, selfless purpose.

because sometimes it isn’t about us, sometimes it’s about letting ‘us’ go, about being a conduit for what someone else needs because that person is counting on you to help make it happen, because they can’t themselves. and i will tell you i am proud of every single person involved because when i wrote ‘every single word, each reassuring gesture is crucial’ in ‘one of those moments’, i realized this wasn’t just a reminder to myself, it was a necessity for everyone else involved as well.

and so a wish was made…. and that wish came true.

yes…our lives will change significantly, everyone’s will, in the small day to day details and in profound, unknown ways. yet, as i sit here writing this and despite my weariness and emotional exhaustion, i am incredibly hopeful for what the future holds for us all, here in our family. this week will be a week of transition, and my singular resolve and commitment is no less important now, than it was getting to this point. i’m not ready to write just yet, but expect me on your pages as i catch up with what i’ve been missing.

this experience has certainly crystallized many of my long held beliefs, that our tragic history does not have to be repeated, that there is a pure universal truth in selflessness, that empathy and patience and love are by far, the most important human attributes.

that if we all work together… we can achieve anything.

i will also tell you there were days i lost my bliss, that anxiety held it’s grip and would not let go, that fear ruled the day, fear that this might not be resolved as perfectly as it was.

and each time i felt i might sink a little lower, i would get yet another encouraging e mail from one of you, from so many of you, or another wonderful comment would appear, some from new friends and old i have never spoken to, and about a dozen new friends arrived to remind me that i was being thought of even in my absence. and on days like this i think about how incredible this community is, and how lucky i am to be here among all of you. i consider you all part of my exteneded family.

there are seven words i hold dear to my heart in the English language, words that to me, are the most important words we can say to one another in certain moments.

‘i’m sorry’…’i love you’…and ‘thank you’.

thank you, thank you, thank you all.
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September 26, 2013 by dear occupant

leap…Haiku

embrace your unknown…

and take the risk in knowing

the unfamiliar.

July 14, 2013 by dear occupant

there comes a time…

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because a journey
is no longer moving,
when one step isn’t
followed by another.

but me standing instead
on the edge of an abyss,
and so afraid of opening
that door to the unknown.

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there comes a time…

to restore the lost voice
of my childhood innocence,
throw off his shroud
and let him light my day again.

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there comes a time…

to restore a fearless curiosity,
nourishing my artist soul.
listen to this heart
sharing my truth in simple words.

and
there comes a time…

to restore my place
on this earth among the living,
smell the breath of life
feel a pain…feel a joy…and feel alive!

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that time has come,

the door is swung wide open now!
roads to travel, legs that need to walk
and fear, will not be sharing these steps.
because it was afraid…….that i was before.

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The Return to Innocence
Love…Devotion
Feeling…Emotion

Don’t be afraid to be weak
Don’t be too proud to be strong
Just look into your heart my friend
That will be the return to yourself
The return to innocence.

Don’t care what people say
Just follow your own way
Don’t give up and use the chance
To return to innocence.

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and a truly remarkable video::::enjoy::::
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and this
journey
of mine

renewal
banner of innocence
a parting of ways
continues….

July 2, 2013 by dear occupant

a parting of ways

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there is a journey, i’ve been walking on
a road taken and in hindsight, a road too long
so many questions, a rain wash in torrents
so few answers, a few foolishly ignored

is it because my clock
has now hastened its pace?
because i thought i believed, any day,
was not a good day to waste

am i to believe, this trouble and strife
was all pre-ordained, was planned in advance?
that i played no role, in my many mistakes
or is this me sleepwalking, standing in place?

because, there is an unmistakeable shifting
the weight in these legs, considerably lighter
and wounds of a fragile heart, begin their heal
these clear grey eyes, see a parting of ways

and i would never claim, to have any answers
a few white whiskers…know more than that now
or maybe i’m not so afraid, to look hard in this mirror
to accept my imperfections, to reflect love in these eyes
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The Cross of Change
If you understand or if you don’t
If you believe or if you doubt
There’s a universal justice
And the eyes of truth
Are always watching you.
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the sparse lyrics, the title, the melodic, reflective music which can be
listened to as a soundtrack and a beautiful video to watch::::enjoy::::
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June 18, 2013 by dear occupant

renewal redux

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renewal was the first poem i wrote
after joining 20 Lines A Day on April 9th,
the second in my life.
i thought it was time now to add to it.
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