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The Dawn Poems: Greeting the Day with Creativity

My days of writing poetry were a long time ago. Poetry is something that I have deeply enjoyed reading, especially in the last ten years—and lately, learning poems by heart as a ‘soul practice’—but I’ve not put my pen to writing poems on any sort of regular basis. In my college years and early twenties,

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Candlebright

A man sits in the window, bundled in a light grey jacket and a blue French scarf wrapped around his neck. By the light of the lone candle that flickers near him on the table, his unruly and uncombed hair shines silver, though his face is that of a middle-aged man. He writes with fountain

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Dawn of the Soul: Excerpt from “The Bones and Breath”

“The old English farmhouse still feels unfamiliar in the dark, the creak of the floors a language different from others I have learned and since forgotten. Outside, the tranquil, green countryside of Kent stirs to its daily waking in a manner far different from the buzzing urban congestion of London. Rather than cars and the

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The Fire Alarm and Greeting the Dawn

It was the fire alarm that woke me. In the predawn darkness, the loud electronic siren in the house roused me instantly from deep dreaming. Confused, I thought it was the newly installed burglar alarm (there have been a rash of break-ins in the neighborhood). My beloved is away in Florida and I am alone

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A Kauai Morning: Finding the Soul of the World

It has been too long since I rose to greet the dawn. It began while living in England, my ritual of stepping outside to engage in a silent, brief meditation in the early morning light. A conscious communion with the fleeting moment that is no longer night but not yet day, a time of opposites

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