Prayer

A blank canvas

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It can be a bit intimidating to get started. That may be true in whatever it is that you’re doing, but especially if you’re creating art. That blank canvas… So much possibility. Possibility — or pressure? Depends on...

Classical Literature, the Gods, and Metaphysical Desire

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In December I finished teaching a course on classical myth and literature for undergraduates. We read a variety of texts and from a variety of time periods. Among the works we studied were The...

Harnessing the Power of Time

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One day about five years ago, when Barak Obama was running for president the first time, I heard him talking on the radio about wind power.  He said that the wind is a cheap,...

“A Prayer for Platelets”

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I. Bruised Did you bump into something—a table’s edge or a low bench? That’s a nasty one: bluish-purple with greenish-yellow. More than a week’s time, still fading. I am delicate, easily bruised, like a peach left on the counter to ripen.   II. Scarred After the last time, I waited eight...

You Are God Who? … Me?

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  By William T. Hathaway The statement "You are God" seems an absurd and presumptuous blasphemy, so it needs to be clarified. According to pantheism, it's not just you who are God; all of us are...

The Shower Prayer (full poem, by Cristina M. R. Norcross)

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The Shower Prayer   The hot rain of the shower comes down. Walls blurred from early morning vision – I leave the high hot setting and simply stand in the moment of daybreak.   Calendar unmarked, computer untouched – this day is thankfully unspoken for. For...

‘Ishq (In English and Arabic)

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'Rubaiyat' of Omar Kaiyyam, 'Hour of Grace,' by Edmund Dulac, Yale University Library Collection   Because your sighs have fermented my blood, I need no wine. My name on your lips is the longest Sura. I begin the...

The Space Between

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Some days I’m going along and I’m in that flow we all search for. Everything just clicks, synchronistic events occur to bring me exactly what I’ve asked for.  I feel so connected; like I’m...

New Poems by MargBouvard

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HYMNS I think of Falah’s sister in Iraq who lost her husband, her four children, affectionate daughters, proud sons. I think of her empty hands, her empty house that is no longer a home, and I pray. I think there will...

A story about The Void and Manifestation

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One day a woman woke up from her current state of awareness and realized that she was definitely doing her work in the world, but not in the way that she wanted. After a month...