{"id":99015,"date":"2021-06-26T23:38:10","date_gmt":"2021-06-27T03:38:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=99015"},"modified":"2021-06-26T23:38:10","modified_gmt":"2021-06-27T03:38:10","slug":"dharma-dumbsaint-hour-fifteen-2021","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/dharma-dumbsaint-hour-fifteen-2021\/","title":{"rendered":"DHARMA DUMBSAINT &#8211; Hour Fifteen (2021)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">DHARMA DUMBSAINT<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">present in reverent witness to the opportunities of life<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">where I have said no, I have no regrets<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">my visceral intuition another language I learned in the dark<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">so where there were paths, I explored them<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">so where doorways appeared, I ventured through<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">the YES of my sacred surrender pulling my forward<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">(when the Irish bless your back with wind, this is what they mean)<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">not a knowing but an unknowing from the very root<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">where bliss becomes the space between who knows and show me<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">where faith is the space between your pain and what you do with it<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">so do you too hear that song which opens every rusted lock?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">when you feel your own chains falling away will that be enough?<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>DHARMA DUMBSAINT &nbsp; present in reverent witness to the opportunities of life where I have said no, I have no regrets my visceral intuition another language I learned in the dark &nbsp; so where there were paths, I explored them so where doorways appeared, I&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1491,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-99015","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/99015","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1491"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=99015"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/99015\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":99018,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/99015\/revisions\/99018"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=99015"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=99015"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=99015"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}