Author name: Maur-Anne

I, in the Eye

All I know of life is that it changes. These words, I have written but they can’t be written enough, battered into the daily slow pondering — — too minute to notice — — blink-and-you’ll-miss-it time passing life passing — in a second over, rebuilt in a lifetime that could last anywhere between a breath …

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Strange Flowers

There are strange flowers growing in the garden of my mind. Insidious weeds, they are, but delicate: fresh, luminous things that light the night, throwing shadows like full moon light. I’ve seen them before, these flowers, and too many years of plucking them and giving them to the wrong person has left me suspicious, unsure …

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When sleep comes it comes in a wave nothing but time having passed and the whole world gone dark. How afraid she must have been, little Lucy, the first time. (When grace comes it comes like sleep, in a wave, darkening the eyes)

Manifesto 2018

No to being a Changemaker No to leading as Leader No to stigmatizing the normal No to being a Savior No to focusing on impact No to seeking followers and views No to drama No to questioning and analysis No to hope and expectations Yes to presence Yes to local Yes to intuition Yes to …

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The Finger Wave of Creation

Imagine you could make the world in your hands and all it took was a movement; but so precise that one hairsbreadth wrong and the laws of physics work backwards; one shiver in execution and the chemicals only explode in raindrops. I tell you what the finger wave god made was something and no wonder …

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Who Am I in This City?: Leaving Seoul for Lahore, Part 2

“Do you think you actually changed in Korea? Or just sharpened?” During the course of a lovely 2-day wellbeing retreat with Recipes for Wellbeing in Lahore, we made something called a wheel of wellbeing. There were a number of factors to consider, such as mental/emotional needs, social and environmental, physical health, finances, personal growth, and etc. We …

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Raza Kazim

The 88 Year-Old Man

The 88 year-old man doesn’t say much. He considers each sentence carefully, his jaw slowly working. His face is fearsome and strong. He wears a traditional Pakistani tunic and trousers, with a yellow scarf carefully laid on his shoulders like a mantle. He drinks black coffee and smokes long cigarettes. The 88 year-old man speaks …

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Thoughtfully Yours

You do not know the words in my heart but I do, and I am not impressed. I never was very careful, I guess, not even after — — him — You know, that one, there couldn’t be any — (I suppose there were many stars that lit my soul, though perhaps none as cleanly or …

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Let this be known — or not, but known in the knowing, that goes beyond breathing. Let this be taken — or not, but taken beyond the steps of that which has never been known, and must not be. We write the end of our own universes and then scream over our losses, sell out the very …

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Becoming, Dust

Quietly I have become. Softly, I have vanished and inside I am turning to dust. Golden in the sunshine, and perhaps one day someone will bury their hands, and in drawing them out, find that what once was dust is now the stuff of stars, clinging to their fingertips, and take it to the sky …

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