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You stop to look into the eyesof you observing you and recognizethe familiar stranger, the gaze of the onewho observes all you do, the you who is youand not you, the eyes of the one who’sunshaken by your fears, who remains as steadyas the sky. We’re going to die,you say. Yes, of course, the eyes Read more
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So many have come and gone,you’ve lost count.But here you are,still living. It’s best to trust,to stay in patient doubtof what tomorrowwill be giving. If it hasn’t happened yet,it’s not to think about.Sooner or later youlearn everything. Meanwhile, stay rooted as a tree;don’t hypothesize.Live, breathe,applaud the skies. And praise the wayslife tried to make you Read more
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Meanwhile, the world becamea many-headed monster,with snakes for hairand eyes you better avoidor you’ll be turned into stone. William James said wisdomis knowing what to ignore. He meantthe trivial, but today I’m thinkingit’s the eyes of the Gorgon. How manydays in a row can you be appalledwithout hardening? I don’t turn on the news as Read more
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Was I Ever 23? If he knockedon the door would Ineed to smile,give him a hug andinvite him in? Should Ifeel close to himjust because we sharethe same birthday? What else do we havein common?Maybe our bones,but his are wrappedin smooth skin,and look at all that hairon his head. Family and friendsstill connect us, it’s Read more
20 Poems by Tom Crider 