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So
We’ve come to the place
Where we are sep arate
We meet in cities and
On lin e
Dropping the e
At the end
And other parts to o
We regard and dis
Regard one
Another
In the wanting for ourselves to be
Connectedcompletewhole
If only to live in the
Wanting
Not as not having
But as having all
And he dreams of me often
Tasting him
In many ways.
And whose dream is...
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I want to belong.
Tell me I belong here
Everyday.
Tell me I have something
Only I can give.
Let me know
By your mouth
And your fingertips
Your palms,
The hang of your head,
And the lift of your chin,
That I matter.
Don’t go on without me.
Pause and stare.
Feel hopelessly lost and stricken.
Totally.
For a moment.
Forever.
Want me!
Want me with your skin
And your heart
And your bones.
Be consumed by...
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Mine is not religion.
It is not.
Mine is not
Enlightenment.
Mine is weighty-
Like mud.
And flowers
With roots.
Mine is not striving
Or waiting to ascend-
To reach.
Mine is here, now,
Bound-
And free.
Mine is ever unfolding.
And never reaching the middle
Yet feeling the middle
Is here
In every fold.
Mine is not
Mine-
It...
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I’m feeling pretty young,
Small and scared.
I can’t control the trembling
Of my hands and my
Voice.
And even though I know
There is more to this truth,
Than the smallness
This is the place from which
I’m speaking.
I speak out of love
For the little child
Who was left standing
Alone and lost
So long ago.
Under all the words
I’m saying to you,
The child is hearing,
I love you.
I want you to understand
Why my...
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By Kathleen MacGregor
No, we’re not in Kansas anymore.
Remember when we thought
Obama was the good guy?
Are we still telling ourselves
That he’s finding his way?
Are we saying,
At least he’s black?
Remember how we thought he’d save us and
Drive the father warriors away?
I had misgivings,
But put those away.
That was not so long ago.
We hoped it was a new book.
It was all about hope.
And he’s killed,...
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