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Dust Bunnies at Play

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Dust Bunnies at Play

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When the winter sun is low

And everything on the floor

Is illuminated,

I spy

The dust bunnies come out to play

I say,

Hey, dust bunnies

Go back under things and behind things

Where I don’t know you’re there

They say,

No,

And don’t think to play with us

Your games are too tall and too hard

And I think they glare at me

And in their hearts

Have already gone back to play

Without me

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(my, this could be done with children and with gestures—low, lit up, bunnies, under, behind, play, tall, hard, glare, hearts, play (again), without me)

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Story of little bunny Peter that came across whole Italy:)

I don’t know this story

Do you?

I don’t recommend having a bunny

On the dashboard

Unless you’re parked

Or it’s navigating

Photo by okeykat on Unsplash

Rome, Italy

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Anyone want to illustrate this story?

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Dramatis Personae

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Dramatis Personae

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The cast

Our parts

Shakespeare

Jaques

Elvis

We fret upon the stage

Curtains between acts

Performance

And performance

The show is over

Take a bow

Remove the makeup

And we’re done—

Cast party, maybe

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Someone directs

The writer is in the audience

All our family, too,

And with our friends

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The spirit has been able

The flesh does what it can

There has been some interest in

Memorizing,

Though much of the performance

Has been impromptu

And once it’s done

Everyone gets to be a critic

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Though it’s the producer

Who decides

How long shall be the run

How many weeks

How many seasons

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There is stage fright,

Of course

There doesn’t have to be

(and we can use it)

We can train

We can learn tricks

And once out there

We can have joy

Seven stages

For a scene

A play

A résumé?

Take more

Even have some fun

There will be reviews

(nerves in the offing

and then after)

But to get to do this is a treat

And not a one to miss,

If it at all possible

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Than can be profit so

Variously drawn

But once you’re here

That part is taken:

Costume well

Though for a queen or king

There are many fools

Either can look splendid

Or look drear

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There are rehearsals

We can practice

How much to worry—not

So much as we do

We can expect each other

From the wings

There are many places

On the stage

Some of which

We get to choose

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I don’t know if

The play’s the thing

We deal here in metaphor

What is real

Is what happens after

This cold reading

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drafted while watching (and hearing) a play within a play

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Garage Theater is a theater company from Qom, Iran. Garage Theater researches in the field of Laboratory theater.

Photo by mostafa meraji on Unsplash

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Saint Francis and the Sultan

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Saint Francis and the Sultan

(a contemporary conversation)

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What is the truth of Jesus Christ?

Hmm.  Well, the truth of Jesus Christ is that he is the child of God.  He is human and God, in fact.  He is one of three parts of God.  Three parts, always one part.  One entity.  God the creator, Jesus the savior, the Holy Spirit the guide.  One way Christians put it.

Jesus came into the world to save the world.  To save humanity, for certain.  Perhaps to save the rest of the world and all of creation.  The fallen elements—and maybe everything has fallen.

How does Christ save the world?

I’m not sure.  Faith is a mystery.  But I believe that, as a person, Christ taught a gospel (some good news) of life in love while affirming a covenant between God and people made so that we might know each other and live with each other, eternally.  Jesus performed miracles that emphasize his teachings and lend them some authority, though really I believe the main purpose of the miracles was, and is, for the benefit of those immediately in need.

As a human being, Jesus was perfect.  His godly nature had something to do with that, I’m sure.  At the last, he was too good for this world.  He was accused by his people and people at large.  He was accused of blasphemy and sedition.  He was arrested and was executed.  His body was entombed.

But he rose again to life.  As God and human, he had the power to live this way.  He offers that experience to us, because one day each of us will die.  But we are invited to live again and forever.  The means of this is grace for which we pay nothing because Christ through his experience has paid the cost for us.

Is belief in Christ the only way?

For me, yes.  For Christians, yes.  For others, I do not know.  I don’t know enough about the insides of other traditions.  And I cannot judge.  God judges, and God will judge perfectly.

What about love?

God is a God of love.  All the parts of God are love.  In love, God created the universe, the Earth, and us.  In love, Jesus came to Earth.  In love, he lived, died, and was resurrected.  We are called to have faith in love and to live in love as best we can and may.

Isn’t love weak?

Love is the strongest force there is.  It ends anger and ends war.  It starts and keeps families.  We are literally fed best through a loving, working relationship with nature.  We will explore this Earth better if we love the Earth and approach the Earth and cosmos with love.  But we’ll need good machines.  Love is practical that way as well.

They go inside to talk some more.  The scribe was not permitted.

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Sunset was falling as a man threaded his hook.

Photo by Samson Vowles on Unsplash

Istanbul, Turkey

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toward summer sun gods

(x = space)

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toward summer sun gods

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early morning, and

I think

the sun and I

shall track each

other through

the day

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I slept in fits

and starts but

have blood tests

this morning

(ongoing diagnosis)

and should not

miss them

simply because

I’m tired

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I’m sure you understand

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hello, day,

let’s give it a go: a

fourteen-hour

treasure hunt

calling us

toward riding,

running, or pedestrian

pursuits

for pleasure and

for profit

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then we shall

set

together into night

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photo by Olya /Voloshka on Unsplash

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Uncertainty Principle

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Uncertainty Principle

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God,

We have the day

And I’m thankful

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Things must make

You thankful, too

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Not surprises, I suppose

Though in Christ

It’s said that you are human

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So maybe you can

Be taken in

By something that we choose

To say or do

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Free will

Would be really free

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Photo by Katie Gerrard on Unsplash

Ramsgate, UK

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A Human Gift

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A Human Gift

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God smiles on a Saturday

The human invention

Of a weekend

An extra day for homework

Sleeping in, perhaps

Housecleaning

Or play

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It’s a gift we gave ourselves

Along with ending child labor

In “Satanic Mills”

And the imposition on the profit-makers

Of an eight-hour day

For manufacturing iron and steel into

Gold and empire,

All of which happened

With agrarian losses

And also serfs and lords

In the old system

Classes turned into attitudes

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It’s more complex, of course

But doesn’t bear a quiz

This is the day we have

(not everywhere)

An extra day for homework

Sleeping in, perhaps

Housecleaning

Or play

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“Jerusalem,” a hymn, words by William Blake

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Photo by K. Mitch Hodge on Unsplash

Belfast, Northern Ireland

Let’s play fetch!

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The Tell

(x = space)

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The Tell

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Another dark day

Good for hiding dust

No doubt the motes are flying, still

Informing the dust bunnies

Where to warren

Why not dust cats or

Dust crocodiles, I do not know

But we may delight

In invisible inhabitants,

All the same

The pixies that our cultures tell us

Do and don’t exist

The magic inside

Each of our stories, especially

Once shared

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Pull up some chairs, the four of us

Let’s play some cards

And, please, let’s talk

It isn’t tourney play, you know

Let’s show something of

Ourselves besides

The tells

We don’t think we have

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photo by The New York Public Library on Unsplash

playing cards in a bar-room near Reserve, Louisiana

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We Can Play

We Can Play

 

A squirrel and a bird play

In the tree

At least that’s how it looks

And sounds

The bird flies up; the squirrel follows

The sounds of chirping and chittering

Sound friendly,

As if I’d know

Though I know the difference between

A purr and a hiss

Ears up or ears laid back

The growl that leads to the bark

So I’m going to call it

Playing

There is no better way to spend

An early morning

If you’re a squirrel or a bird

So let’s pretend

We are squirrels or birds

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Rowan Heuvel on Unsplash

Unawatuna, Sri Lanka

 

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Outside to Play

Outside to Play

(borne out of neighborly annoyance)

 

Well, it’s quiet now

I have a moment

Not at five-thirty when

Everyone above had to stir

And drop barbells when waking

Maybe the human’s gone

And the dog is dreaming

Of bigger places

Than the third floor

Grass just outside the door

Where rabbits might be

Chased but not be caught

So that there’s always fun

Dog fun

Rabbit fun

 

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photo by troy williams on Unsplash

Pismo Beach, United States

tennis ball retriever

 

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