Norah Tunney

Last night I held the world
in my arms,
and my heart broke into
a thousands shards,
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I read the poems of Tagore for you

I read the poems of Tagore for you
to calm the fevers and the chills,
...

In a Paris cafe
on Rue De Barrie,
I watch a solitary man
...

When the mind is quiet
its a beautiful thing,

snowflakes in the winter
...

The passion of a poet
is rooted in the sacred,
there is nothing in this world that is not divine,
...

Be kind, Be kind

Sometimes
in the dark mists of grief,
...

When your racehorse mind is running around the track,
and your body feels like a heavy sack,
go inside yourself
and find a soft armchair,
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Again and again
I am reminded
of that word
the buddhists love,
...

If this were your last day
how would you spend it?
I know I would feel an urgency
I would want to tell those closest to me
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The raw gritty depths of grief.

Forget
all the spiritual books
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Meditation

This morning
I do not spend long hours
...

The nearest thing
to god for me
is the love of my mother
and father
...

The night before he died
he kept pulling at the sheets,
I wondered if his mind was going?
so I asked him-
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You never know
what's around the corner,
one minute you're up and running,
next your speech is slurred,
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I want to be among fleshy,
meaty, messy things,
I want to be human down to
the bloody ground.
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Every moment is dripping with Being
carrying the scent of
wild fresh green,
luscious, succulent, sexy,
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if you are grieving
you have a right to be,
it's a normal response
to the craziness you see,
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There are no mistakes-
everything happens for you
not to you,
now it is a mosquito ringing
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The ordinary things that shape a life

There is a flame
that burns
...

Lonely Night in Berlin

Those eyes that shone so bright
so full of light,
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