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I am happy and in love

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(Poem 51 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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I am happy and in love with my partner.

Choosing to love is not easy when he
forgets to put his towel in the hamper,
leaves a greasy cast iron skillet on the stove,
lets the rain destroy my box of mementos,
or flings open the door startling me again.

Falling in love happens effortlessly when he
brags about me in front of his friends,
asks how he can support me as I grieve,
holds me close and lets me cry until I’m spent,
and makes time to play with our grandchildren.

Remembering to love is not simple when he
refuses to argue/walks away from my anger,
chews too loudly while leaving crumbs,
forgets what I’ve told him and blames me,
or acts irritated when asked to clean.

Being in love is a piece of cake when he
takes me to coffee shops to write and sip tea,
laughs unabashedly at TikToks with me,
says I’m smart and shows he values my ideas,
and is a good sport with my giant family.

I am happy and in love with my partner.

@Home Studio – 51st poem of the year

Runner ups for the AI hands (which AI really struggles with for some reason, so these are really funny) photos to accompany my poem:

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Lesson 11 The Way of the Wizard

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(Poem 45 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

“You are your own alchemist, constantly transmuting dull, lifeless molecules into the living embodiment of yourself.” Deepak Chopra’s The Way of the Wizard    

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Constant flux and empty space
are the stuff of solidity of which
we are made and insist are real.
Whereas, the cloud of energy,
shadow and light, layers of love
around a timeless soul core are
supposedly fantasy imaginings.
Whose version of truth gains
most traction has less to do with
rightness and more to do with
convenience, since substantial
introspection is hard and surface
knowledge is easier to tolerate.
Turning yourself into gold is an
alchemy most are unwilling to
pursue, and would rather label
distasteful or nonsensical than
undertake an inconceivable quest.

@Home Studio – 45th poem of the year

Chopra, Deepak. The Way of the Wizard: Twenty Spiritual Lessons for Creating the Life You Want. New York, United States of America, Harmony Books, 1995, pp.80-84.

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I am living a vibrant spiritual life

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(Poem 44 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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I am living a vibrant spiritual life,
full of love and joy, peace and calm.
The paraphernalia of ritual surrounds
me in my cave of books and comfort.
An open door invites a breeze as
animals saunter in and out on a whim.
We check on each other through
thought and glance, caress and scent.
Fanciful shadows from candlelight
play with the eye of an owl who
nestles against his own moon.
Time slips through my hourglass,
but I don’t mind because this moment
is eternally engrained in the white sand.

@Home Studio – 44th poem of the year

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I am at peace with myself and those I love

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(Poem 43 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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I am at peace with myself and those I love.
No animosity hangs stale in the air,
nor anger brews and steeps in silence.
I have forgiven and released, at least for now,
resentments or regrets I may have nursed.
Prayers of blessing, for protection, of thanks
abound this morning as I start my day.
If I steer clear of them, this love I feel, so pure,
so genuine, might last until lunch time.

@Home Studio – 43rd poem of the year

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Lesson 10 The Way of the Wizard

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(Poem 41 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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How many inner yous are holding you hostage?
Fragmented, conflicted, factions at war inside,
causing loneliness and friction in the soul.
Why must you be a jail keeper of your shadow-
selves, instead of a liberator through listening?
Your prisoners are tapping messages on the wall,
pleading with you to respond, show any sign,
become a part of the life-giving conversation.
The only way to defuse the bomb that is you
is to release old pain that has been stored
like dry dynamite waiting to be lit by anger,
to meet and greet these guests in your realm,
recognize their perspectives, and welcome them
to heal while safely residing at your table.
Release them from the dungeons where you
keep them bound and let them drag their
weary selves to the banquet room, their ragged
clothes falling away to be replaced by robes
of shimmering silk, velvet, and lace.

@Genuine Joe’s – 41st poem of the year

Chopra, Deepak. The Way of the Wizard: Twenty Spiritual Lessons for Creating the Life You Want. New York, United States of America, Harmony Books, 1995, pp.71-79.

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Lesson 9 The Way of the Wizard

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(Poem 39 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

“Mortals are wrapped in words the way a spider wraps flies in gossamer,” Merlin claimed. “Only in this case, you are both spider and fly because you imprison yourself in your own web.” -Merlin, Deepak Chopra’s The Way of the Wizard    

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Words have power to heal,
kill, encourage, destroy.
Whoever has been laughed at,
mocked, shamed, or guilted
knows the power hateful words
hold to harm and concuss,
inflicting future internal strife
over how to cope without
eating yourself to death.
If you are both spider and fly
You must make peace with
pain and celebration emanating
from you, as you are both
cause and consequence,
beginning and end,
now and then,
sinner and sin.

@Home Studio – 39th poem of the year

Chopra, Deepak. The Way of the Wizard: Twenty Spiritual Lessons for Creating the Life You Want. New York, United States of America, Harmony Books, 1995, pp.64-70.

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Lesson 8 The Way of the Wizard

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(Poem 36 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

“If titanic forces like gravity and the immense energies that fuel stars manage to coexist without destroying one another, then your own life will be upheld…you are a privileged child of the universe, entirely safe, entirely supported, entirely loved.” -Deepak Chopra’s The Way of the Wizard    

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Love is often a response to being loved,
as unconditional love happens most when
no conditions have been prescribed.
The only way to truly love another,
is to first love the self that feels unworthy.
The layers of fear that encrust the heart
must be chipped away by a feather touch.
A seeker seeks love like a fish looks for water,
unaware that it pervades and surrounds,
is, was, and will be source and sustenance.

@Home Studio – 36th poem of the year

Chopra, Deepak. The Way of the Wizard: Twenty Spiritual Lessons for Creating the Life You Want. New York, United States of America, Harmony Books, 1995, pp.57-63.

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Oh, Moses

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(Poem 32 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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Oh, Moses, what have you done?
Your grudge against Egypt has
bound an entire people to stone,
made monsters of the very images
they destroyed out of fear, and
made them guilty of the blood of
their brothers of other mothers.

Poor Moses, torn between
the people of your birth
and your adopted culture,
millions have endured
the weight of your words.

Dear, Moses, the generation of
Jubilee is upon us, our freedom
established by the edicts written
in the blood of every life lost
in the name of inheritance,
promised land, birthright,
Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob.

No, Moses, no longer do the
grievous burdens chain us to your
commands and dictates.
We are newborn.
We are released from bondage.
We are free.

@Home Studio – 32nd poem of the year

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Lesson 7 The Way of the Wizard

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(Poem 31 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

“…what if,
in your dream…
you…plucked
a strange and beautiful flower?
And what if,
when you awoke
you had the flower
in your hand? What then?”

-Merlin, Deepak Chopra’s The Way of the Wizard    

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I am quite busy when I sleep
visiting my other children
on other earths and gathering
stardust to water my soul
for the long day ahead.
Rather than commute by
light-speed rail, I prefer the
back of a mother turtle, she
and I have history, literally.
While I’m away, my DNA
rebuilds universes and plants
mountains in oceans of silkworm
pool blankets, concave spools
of gravity-fed time laced
with walnut-scented singularities.
I’m not interested in rethreading
Karma’s needle for her, so I leave
that job to the space inside my atoms.
Wouldn’t you rather reminisce  
with intuition over a fine meal
and skip stones with suffering to
give him a much-needed break?
I enjoy negotiating with objectivity
and teasing paradox with infinity
before pouring myself back
into the divot that is this simple
creature curled up like a snail
inside a tiny crater of the cosmos.

@Home Studio – 31st poem of the year

Chopra, Deepak. The Way of the Wizard: Twenty Spiritual Lessons for Creating the Life You Want. New York, United States of America, Harmony Books, 1995, pp.52-56.

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Lesson 6 The Way of the Wizard

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(Poem 27 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

“Because it is completely relative, your viewpoint cannot be called real.” Deepak Chopra’s The Way of the Wizard    

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I am experience become
memory ad infinitum no
other being can replicate.
You walk a separate path,
even if we travel together.
Do not bemoan the lonely
Dog Star during winter, for
what is a star but light?
There is no space between
Sirius and me, as we are
part of a continuous field
of light bridging from my
eye to his glow and all
the years in between.
And when the Dog Days
of summer are at their
peak, his hot breath
inspires longing for union—
our single drop joining
the ocean of consciousness,
which is both all and yourself.
Please forget me, the once-
living thing, forget every day.
Only then can we meet
again with fresh eyes
stripped of outworn
depictions, the real revealed
and seen anew.

@Home Studio – 27th poem of the year

Chopra, Deepak. The Way of the Wizard: Twenty Spiritual Lessons for Creating the Life You Want. New York, United States of America, Harmony Books, 1995, pp.47-51.