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I am what
I’m searching for
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Miss it one moment
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BLINK
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It’s still there
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Art: Sukhi Barber
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I am what
I’m searching for
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Miss it one moment
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BLINK
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It’s still there
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Art: Sukhi Barber
Poetry of Light 
…the profundity of one’s reality in a blink…
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mini light bulbs
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lines circling
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creating volume
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puts a spin
on being
open
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blink
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smirk
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Yes, the profoundness of our fragile existence, like a butterfly, we are here, we are not, moment after moment, everything changes, and everything is the same, we create, we search for our creator, we struggle and lose sight in a blink. We are here, we are there, in the middle we meet ourself.
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I was thinking of that Hopi poem, Teri….especially the last line.
“You have been telling the people that this is the Eleventh Hour, now you must go back and tell the people that this is the Hour. And there are things to be considered . . .
Where are you living?
What are you doing?
What are your relationships?
Are you in right relation?
Where is your water?
Know your garden.
It is time to speak your Truth.
Create your community.
Be good to each other.
And do not look outside yourself for the leader.”
Then he clasped his hands together, smiled, and said, “This could be a good time!”
“There is a river flowing now very fast. It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid. They will try to hold on to the shore. They will feel they are torn apart and will suffer greatly.
“Know the river has its destination. The elders say we must let go of the shore, push off into the middle of the river, keep our eyes open, and our heads above water. And I say, see who is in there with you and celebrate. At this time in history, we are to take nothing personally, Least of all ourselves. For the moment that we do, our spiritual growth and journey comes to a halt.
“The time for the lone wolf is over. Gather yourselves! Banish the word struggle from your attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.
“We are the ones we’ve been waiting for.”
— attributed to an unnamed Hopi elder
Hopi Nation
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Thank you for this j.h. I have the poem myself, the Hopi prophecy came to me many years ago in a sequence of events that proved to be more than co-incidental. It is so right for our times.
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Same here, Teri…you reminded me of it on your blog awhile back. Still so relevant …Thanks!
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Very happy to share this with you j.h.
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blinking bells
ringing eyes
the sounds of sight
the vision of silence
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sure footed goat buddhas
on the high mountain pass
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