You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
Everybody is searching for something. So I’ve heard.
That, rather than mere “anxiety”?
As if I ever had an answer, short of some piety.
Still, I am the son of a born worrier.
So just what, exactly, is that “something” in your life?
What, exactly, is your life (or mine) missing?
And just how much will it cost?
Some observers will argue it’s really an enemy, villain, or opponent in our life that we require.
Maybe even the devil in the details.
Some time ago I discovered that to write poetry I had to be sitting in meditation every day.
Or sometimes a good walk would do.
Or even a little simmering in the spa.
What works for you?
highly compressed
economy of expression
vivid imagery
an acknowledgement of mystery of the universal seed in the particular
if only I’d been able to uphold it in the newsroom
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Yes, clean lines, stripped-down materials, and elegant craftsmanship meeting a love of the baroque in a quirky, inimitable style
yes, to be made in an image
Jnana's Red Barn 