By Bruno Talerico
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Writing puts me in touchwith the me who wassensually connected to the universe.The me before sermons, headlines,and advertisements that corrupted my soul. Writing reconnectsmy inner child.I become seven instead of seventy.I become playful, inquisitive,and unafraid to contradict. When I write,the world becomes more expansive.My thoughts move towardsomething more open,to futures full of possibilities. When I…
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In the shadow of the temple,voilà!A revelation: You can’tmake everyone happyall the time. King Solomon won’t besplitting any hairs tonight. © 2026 Bruno Talerico38/365Image found on the internet:Helen Zarin- King Solomon Great Wisdom
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Calm demeanor and stolen glances,my longing dressed in camouflage. I hold back, fearing rejection—that I’m just a rebound, a distraction. Is being turned away worse than not knowing?Does she want me as I desire her? I envy each small caressof her finger on leaf or blossom, wishingher touch would landon me. I imagine her flowing…
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The religiousspend their livesin anticipationof an imagined future;expectation of an afterlifethat might not exist. The spiritualexist in the very real present,appreciatingthe paradise we live inwithout expectation. For them, if heaven exists,it is a bonus. © 2026 Bruno Talerico35/365.
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Sunrise in the east.Breeze from the south.Mountains to the west.Clouds in the north.Love surrounds. © 2026 Bruno Talerico34/365
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Even on the plains of terror, there is magic. Reading about it, seeing pictures of it,hearing stories by survivors about itis not the same as experiencing it.Unfortunately, in order to recognize it,we have to endure it, witness it. We are witnesses to cruelty: the cruelty of hatredthe cruelty of intolerancethe cruelty of indifference not as…
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Grasses swayon the desert breeze.Wherever we stand, there is life.That is what we write. A cat purrs.However narrow the ground,our words and phrasesare an echoof the life where we stand. The dishwasherclicks and swishesto the backbeatof ‘Scarborough Fair’stuck in my head. © 2026 Bruno Talerico32/365.
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Most speak to hear themselves,each retelling of their stories more heroic than the last. The wise learn by silence,content to listenwithout a rush to judgment. When you’re not in a hurryto tell your own story, people relax. © 2026 Bruno Talerico31/365.Inspired by writings of Grant Forsythe.
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We can’t control the past,only what we think or do about it.Do we grieve and let go,take the lessons learned and apply them?,Or do we get stuck,lingering in a time that no longer exists?How we respond to the pastinfluences our path and direction toward the future. It’s probably a good ideato be mindful in the…
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The religiousspend their livesin anticipationof an imagined future;expectation of an afterlifethat might not exist. The spiritualexist in the very real present,appreciatingthe paradise we live inwithout expectation. For them, if heaven exists,it is a bonus. © 2026 Bruno Talerico31/365.
Desert Dweller 