Month: March 2026

The Twin Suns

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Early morning sun rays drift through fog,
shy of the sky today,
sleepily sweeping aside the filmy veil
to make way for the day
and wash it with light.
Warm sunbeams now angle through east windows
and wander out the west
only to bounce back in,
mirrored from my neighbor’s window
in a perfect round reflection.
It looks like the sun has stopped
to rest in their kitchen.
The light from these twin suns, east and west,
meet at my double-paned windows,
play off each other,
splash reflections across the glass
in geometric patterns—
scooped-topped squares,
skewed rectangles,
swooping ribbons,
sword-straight lines.
There are reflections of shadows
and shadows of reflections.
Both are close kin.
Both are the artistry of light.
Both are shifting shapes,
fascinating, frivolous,
flirting, fleeting.
Quick! Look!
Here I am.
Hello!
Farewell.
Here and gone,
this one moment of golden glory,
has left its reflection in my heart,
has poured its light into my soul,
has wrapped its bright arms
around my inner shadow
like Love itself.
-kh-

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A Blank Piece of Paper

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Smooth and inviting,
full of potential,
here sits a pristine piece of paper,
generously blank,
an open field,
an open window,
an empty space patiently waiting
for me.
So where do I start?
Where is my heart?
I see so many possibilities.
Write? Paint? Draw?
A splash? A dash?
Elegant? Edgy?
And if I dare to make my mark,
if I dare to share myself
with this page, this paper,
this wide open future,
the possibilities narrow.
Each mark means making a choice.
A mark is a visible voice,
a stake,
a statement:
this way, not that.
It says, “You have found me;
Now work around me.”
Blank.
This paper is still blank.
I hesitate, lost in “what if?”
What will it become?
How will it turn out?
A wise woman once told me,
“If you know how it’s going to turn out,
why bother?”
There is adventure in the blank page.
Its invitation is to discover,
to make possible the possibilities,
to make known what’s unknown,
to create out of curiosity,
to encounter what never existed
before that first mark,
that first spark,
that daring decision to dance
with the blank page.
Smooth and inviting,
full of potential,
here sits a pristine piece of paper,
generously blank.
But not for long.
-kh-

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What Song Will Be First?

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Dawn today comes soft and cotton-quiet,
spaciously silent but not empty,
brimming with the pulse of simply being,
a sentient serenity
flowing with what is,
buoyant with what could be.
I wonder what sound, what song
will be the first to find its way
into the fullness of this silence.
This morning, it’s the purr of a jet
flying west, fading fast,
followed by the hum of a distant train.
A bird begins chanting on repeat,
five sharp chirps sung again and again.
Now a bright bong of a song
calls out from a bell tower,
eight straight, measured, solemn tones.
I think of a poet I heard last night, who,
after reading her work said,
“Thank you for sharing this space with me.”
I thank the bell in the tower
for sharing this morning space with me.
Thank you, little bird
and distant train.
Thank you, jet flying west.
Thank you for being part of my morning.
Thank you for sharing this space with me.
And of course, there you are reader,
listening in all this time.
Thank you for sharing this space with me.
-kh-

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For the Price of a Pause

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Spring tiptoed in during the night.
I didn’t expect her so soon.
Winter may yet wave
a final icy farewell,
but today the air hums with Spring,
and I have paused my plans
to revel in her return,
to wonder at the newborn world.
Daffodils dance in a drowsy flowerbed.
Tiny purple blooms run wild in the grass.
Pear trees show off snowy white blossoms.
Lenten roses raise their faces, blushing.
Above in barely budding trees,
birds chatter and cheer and
sing welcome
as if they’ve been secretly saving,
all winter long,
this exact song
for this exact moment.
The breeze, mild and gusty,
flirts with the flowers,
ruffles the robin’s feathers,
whispers to the bluebird
a hint of rain to come.
I marvel at Nature’s generosity.
For the simple price of a pause,
she pours out to me more than I can hold—
seasonal symphonies of sound and song,
an ever-changing gallery of shifting colors,
shapes and shadows
coming and going and coming again,
all mine to see, to hear,
to hold in my heart,
all for the price of a pause.
-kh-

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