Author Archives: Pazlo

About Pazlo

Armchair Zen Master, poet, father, husband, fisherman, grandfather, brother, naturalist, son, birdwatcher, uncle, collector of old things, dog person, human.

Nothing

    Know what Shoulda, Coulda and Woulda did? Nothing. Let’s go.     -Chuy

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Precious

  Thoughts and words come easily now. Things we did not want to think, nor me to say. It is this most gracious and wonderous gift you have bestowed upon me: To have valued our time as precious.   Love … Continue reading

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Outbound

  You must be out in this world if you wish to truly know it. Come on!   -Chuy

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Doors

    My preference: leave the door open.   Chuy

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Improvement

      It’s like Jack Nicholson said to Helen Hunt in As Good As It Gets. “You make me want to be a better person.” I can never thank you enough, dear friend.     Paz

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Gift

  The finest gift I ever received Did not come from a store. It wasn’t a thing I’d “always wanted”. Or replacement for that which I’d had before.   It came to me without wrappings. No boxes or bags, no … Continue reading

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Pinnacle

    Remember these Tiger Lilies, This thick underbrush, This hazy morning. This Pinnacle Day. -Chuy      

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Silence

  Embrace silence. Not the sorrow born of isolation, But the  Serenity born of Solitude.   -Chuy    

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Reality

  Haven’t you learned this already? Those things are not real. The trees, the rain, this trail, me. These are real. Ditch that other stuff.   -Chuy

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Waiting Game

  I watched you push your painted, half-filled heart up the hill, Place it on a staff and wave it high For all to see.   I saw you stumble when tragedy rent your days Like sails in the hurricane, … Continue reading

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