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WAVE
Washing over everything we thought was final / And then retreating as if nothing happened
BRAVE
Bearing wounds and moving forward / Refusing to surrender to the dark
ZEAL
Zeroing in on what you love the most / Everything committed, nothing held in reserve
CAFE
Corner table and a long coffee / Afternoon spent with a book and no plans
PEACE
Pause long enough to hear what conflict drowns away / Even the still pond has a current moving under it
AGED
All that is old has been through what the new has not yet faced / Growing into age is not diminishment, it is deepening
CLOUD
Casting slow shadows over the meadow / Lifting quietly above the mountain ridge
WHOLE
What is broken can be gathered into something new and true / Healing does not mean returning to before the fracture
HAPPY
Happening without a reason or a plan / A brightness that keeps interrupting things
WIND
Wearing down the stone cliff into sand / In the wheat field it writes its name in circles
CREEK
Cold and narrow between the mossy banks / Rounding the boulders in small white confusion
HOME
Hooks by the door for keys and hats / Old floorboard creaking in the hall
LUNCH
Left on the desk while the meeting ran long / Unwrapped without looking up from the screen
GENTLE
Given to the world as its best nature / Every action slowed to allow for feeling
DREAM
Drifting into a place both invented and recalled / Remembered clearly for thirty seconds and then not
AWARE
Attending to the present is a discipline of love / Whatever you ignore in you will find another way to speak
AWAKE
A life lived only in the habitual is a life only partly being lived / When you wake within the ordinary, the ordinary becomes the sacred
BEGIN
Before the doing is the choosing to believe you can / Every great thing started as an act of just beginning
SKY
So many blues before the first star appears / Keeping the light long after the sun is gone
BUILD
Becoming the thing you want to be is a project of many small days / Unless you are willing to be imperfect while building, you never build
DEW
Deep in the night it settled on the rose / Everything it touches it makes briefly new
ALIVE
A life fully inhabited feels different than one only partially entered / Learning to be here without wishing to be elsewhere is the deepest discipline
TIDE
Tracing its old path across the sand / In the pools the small crabs wait it out
PHOTO
Pulled out and looked at without warning / Holding a face you sometimes forget
DANCE
Done in the hallway for the length of one song / A small joy taken completely on credit
GRACE
Gentleness toward self is harder than toward anyone / Resting in imperfection is not giving up on good
BIKE
Bell on the left handlebar and never used properly / Into the crosswind with a resigned squint
GLEE
Getting lost inside the moment / Loose with joy and moving freely
APART
A distance between two things creates the space for understanding / Pulling back is sometimes how you see the shape of what you love
HOPE
Held between the broken and the new / One small light inside the corridor
HOPE
Holding the possibility open even when the evidence closes it takes courage / Opening yourself to what has not yet happened is the engine of the future
KNOW
Knowledge starts with admitting all you do not know / Nothing understood too quickly stays understood for long
VALE
Very still when the morning mist is in it / A sheltered fold the hills have made for quiet
MARSH
Moving with the tide in slow agreement / And in the reeds a bittern keeps its secret
COOK
Cutting slowly because the radio is good today / One pot and the whole kitchen involved somehow
FATE
Finding meaning in what seemed like accident before / All paths narrow to the one you finally take
OCEAN
Out in the deep, nothing familiar survives for very long / Currents underneath the surface do the work the waves announce
BLOOM
Breaking through the soil is the hardest part of any flowering / Lying dormant is not dying, it is gathering for the next push
COOK
Chopping garlic on the wooden board / Oil warming slowly in the pan
MEAL
Made from memory and from what remained / Every ingredient doing more than expected
CLOCK
Clicking in the way that fills a quiet room / Late afternoon and the hands seem stuck
CLOUD
Casting slow shadows over the meadow / Lifting quietly above the mountain ridge
COAST
Coasting sometimes is a way of listening for what comes next / Only the paused traveler can hear the road tell where it leads
HOME
Hanging coat and the transition is complete / Out of the day and into this
AMEND
Acknowledging what was wrong and moving toward correction is strength / Making right what was made wrong is not weakness, it is wholeness
WORTH
What you carry inside you has a value no market ever named / Once you know your own worth, you stop selling it at a discount
TEA
Twice steeped and dark and fine / Every cup holds a small interruption
MOVED
More than thought, the feeling fills the body / Opening past the careful and composed
WALK
Weather guessed wrong and the jacket not enough / Around the park once and then once more
BURN
Being on fire for what you love is not the same as burning out / Under the ash of what is spent, the coal is still alive