the first sit
we each found a chair,
settled in without dispute
no rustling nor shifting—
to sit amongst one
hundred people
for two hours
in still quiet,
hearts aligned—
a rare and fair
occurrence
in our uneasy,
raucous world
my body softened
no angry ones
nor threat of guns
instead we soaked
in presence
tender with each other,
and felt our neighbor’s love
2023 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.
the heart of the matter 
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div dir=”ltr”>I can picture the room and feel the community of the spirit. Wishing I was there with you next door
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Oh, I wish you were here, too! Thanks for your comment. I asked Rupert today a question about creativity which I want to share at some point.
love,
Amrita
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Amrita I loved the first sit. I simply soaked up your word picture and enjoyed the gift of peace and hope. I also want to thank you for the suggestions you made re the book. I’ll do exactly that. What do you think of the possible three titles below. Suggestions welcome. Along Cimarron’s Road On Cimarron’s Road Following Cimmaron’s Road
Love and gratitude, Patrice WordWranglingWoman Sent from my iPad
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