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Plastic Seat

Stiff from riding all day, plastic leather seats sticking to my clothes on the dirty city bus. Exhausted from grinding brakes filling my ears, diesel fumes filling my nose and selfish people jostling me like cattle. Stop after stop looking for something, anything that might give me a clue as to why. Stop after stop …

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Tear Heart

[podcast]http://www.washthebowl.com/wp-content/uploads//2009/02/tearheart.mp3[/podcast] I asked the monk why he always carried a tear in the corner of his eye, he replied “It binds me to compassion.” But I asked “why a tear?” He smiled and instead asked me a question, “why do you carry a gaping whole in your heart?” I was stunned and speechless but gathered …

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Petulant

[podcast]http://www.washthebowl.com/wp-content/uploads//2009/02/petulant.mp3[/podcast] I fall upon the rivers edge, snow cold cocoon enveloping me frozen fingers writing in snow, can’t erase the pain I feel, can’t erase this mistake in my life of mistakes, ancient frozen upon the river, no bridge to the other side, no bridge to cross to you. I see you standing there, your …

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Orange Peel

With one hand I pluck a round fragrant orange from the white china bowl, ignoring its pedestrian neighbors. Tossing it from one hand to the other wanting to know it, balancing it on finger tips rotating the fruit in and out of the palms of my smooth yielding hands. Cupped hands encircling the California navel …

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Flickering Lights

[podcast]http://www.washthebowl.com/wp-content/uploads//2008/12/flickeringlights.mp3[/podcast] Winter’s darkness caught me by surprise this year. I had few thoughts of the dimming light till a few days before Christmas when out of the corner of my eye I saw flickering lights. The lights turned out to be a tug of war between Winter with all it meaning and the sputtering gasp …

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