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By Sylvia Boorstein
In what way
Is dharma practice
Like having
An adolescent child?
The mind comes home
When it gets ready to.
You stay up and
Wait for it.
By Rebecca Radner
As long as I called it loneliness,
it stayed small and domestic, cured by
hot baths, phone calls, and books
in bed. When I called it love,
it grew sharper and twisted. It lived
in my body, and scratched up small
pieces for its nest. When I called
it life, it damn near killed me,
striking right to the center. I think
I’ll take back its name
and give us both a chance.
By Judith Anne Azrael
The wind is cracking branches
in its teeth
The wind is running after me
I am not afraid
We are all going
to the same place
Whoever gets there first
will have to wait
By Della Cyrus
Whose voice is this
saying easy, easy now?
Some alien with a foreign accent.
No one I knew as a child.
I was nursed on expectation
set on permanent watch
for the next step
taught to run for buses
urged to ponder more
exquisite meaning. It was
assumed one smoldered
in the slow line at the bank.
So this is what it comes to?
Breathing in
and
breathing
out?