Thank you for being here.

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I was just struck by such an intense feeling, that I am nothing in isolation; I can only be here in this exact way because of everyone I know and have known, who have all contributed and continue to contribute in such profound ways to this crazy and beautiful unfolding life. Thank you all so much for your incredible, indelible and kind presence!

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Joy to Fear to Love

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The palpitating in our hearts is fear.
The shaking of our limbs is shock.
The knots in our neck are frozen indecision.
The tension in our shoulders is the weight of the world.
The constriction in our throats is helplessness.
The ache in our joints is the control we never had.

And yet, it is also this.

The look on our faces is hope.
The glimmer in our eyes is joy.
The smile on our faces is optimism.
The daydreaming we do is for a good tomorrow.
The bond between us is our link to the future.
The hands reaching out to everyone else is love.

And it is not as easy as making the choice.
But it is as simple as accepting them both.- TS

The Tree on the Hill

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if i could hold you
the way that tree does
on the perfect round hill
that seems always to
be in sunshine
its roots bare above
ground, oh, her arms,
offering themselves
in support, and there is
no effort in her generosity
and her generosity
is utterly boundless.
the tears i have shed
under the awning of her
the soothing she has given
she is hundreds of years old
I wonder who else has
breathed and heaved with her
in this country filled with
gods for her
now, hidden by the road
she is a miracle and discovery
witness to one civilization upon next
but she is the castle in the sky,
she will love, and persist. – TS

The Sky on Long Summer Days

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I remember scrunching up into a ball

as low as I could in the backseat of

my parents’ car on summer vacations

(sun-drenched and filled with sweetest things)

and squinting my eyes so that there was

only me and the sky and the whir of

all the things passing by

 

The feeling comes back to me often

though I can’t find the words for it __

the being one with the sky, that seemed

the only constant thing and I could

never touch it or fly right up to it,

though the gravitational pull up

there was so strong

 

The safety of being so still amidst

all that movement, the getting from

here to there that existed to my

childlike mind as a cartography drafted

by the wizards and sorcerers responsible

for all the best of our earthly wanderings,

treasures over the rainbow

 

And for all the adventures that awaited,

the junk cereal indulged in, the death-defying

walks across slippery waterfall rocks, the secrets

my father told his gleeful daughters in his

hushed whispers, it always came to this:

the sky through the car, the warmest invitation,

holding my future safe.

The Other Side of Darkness

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I close my eyes
and the darkness
reverberates in my head,
consuming the anticipation
that leaps playfully in the sun,
flapping like clothes in the breeze
on a midsummer’s day.
 
The darkness enfolds
as darkness can ably do,
in not letting up, in laying bare
its breadth and expansion,
unlike the clothes in the breeze,
the chasm deep, void and still,
fear’s restless homeland.
 
I squeeze my eyes shut,
and the landscape changes
to a show of spectral colors
not veiling the darkness within
but assuring: we are always
here to meet you. We are always
where your journey goes. – TS