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Punctured
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Stillness
punctures the night
Releasing the pressures of the day,
And sinking into the stillness
My body finds rest.
Expression
punctures the soul
Relieving pent up emotion,
And leaning into the expression
My heart finds peace.
Thought
punctures time
Renewing the mind,
And in permitting thought
My hands find work.
Supple,
Saturated,
Sandwiched between eternities
By the ticking of the timepiece
I wait-punctured.
Sharon
Terry
©December 18, 2006
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About the Poet,
Sharon Terry
"Poetry
comes in many forms, and we can add it to
our lives in varied ways if we enter into
the activity with an attitude of awareness
to what comes, as it comes, without anticipation.
Although poetry comes for me without anticipation,
I stay aware to the changes the poem wants
to take as it creates itself on paper. And
so if we enter into life's little ways of
taking time to just be, we can enter in without
anticipation, and allow the poem of the moment
to unfold, with our only task to stay open
to the changes." ~Sharon Terry
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Sharon Terry, Cellist
At age 60, Sharon has learned to play the Cello.
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