Dark Unknown

You can count as the darkness

everything and anything

that makes one alone;

from the senses that

we sometimes worship to

the death that will forever be

the unknown factor, which

in the end will be shown to me

despite all the things which

have been thrown at me

in the light.

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Denouement

Slowly slipping away like

the late August sun or

the light as the evening shades

envelope the skies,

the abandonment to love and

a simple ‘joie de vivre’ give way to

the reality of the sighs and the solitude

that leave the eyes prepared for

the loss of the spark and

the acceptance of the journey

through the dark-ness.

It is never a sudden occurrence.

There is always time given each to improvise.

It is the wonderful experience of coming and going

in a creation that is a forever surprise.

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PERSONAL pronouns

I would rather be addicted to a loving YOU

than to an inanimate IT any day.

But sometimes IT is forever, while

all of my YOUS are fading away;

like when I sleep. That seems deep to me;

maybe that IT is the YOU

with whom I should stay and

to which I should pray;

after all, the other ITS and YOUS

are just play time.

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Goody! Goody!

It seems ever more increasingly important for me

to return to the natural rhythm, to the natural blend

where I can say AMEN to every one, to every moment;

THAT ‘it’ seems unconditional;

that experience seems natural and (w)holy;

that moment seems FIAT, a Let-It-Be for me;

no longer hard UP; no longer tempted

by some other moment. No!

THAT moment has become JUST, RIGHT and

okay for me, where alone for me is

just what the doctor ordered to help me

to accept IT in all its complex demands

and realities and FACETS. Yes,

then my journey becomes the DIAMOND that it can be.  

But, how do I create that consciousness

which is TRUE to ALL the fac(e)ts of LIFE, including DEATH?

I CANNOT!

I DO NOT!

Because there, in that moment,

in that consciousness, IT truly IS;

there, IT reveals “IT” self to me (to us);

there, is the G-od, where, when we accept

it unconditionally,

we are (w)holy. Yes,

that special IT is free and just and right for all of creation

and YOU and I are a central part. There….

Yes, there…. IT is ‘I AM’ and ‘WHO AM’ (YOU).

IT is YOU and I and YOU are G-od Go-d,

Goody! Goody!

For us all.

But, that IT is not always calm, easy going, smooth etc.

as the wind blows where it will, as the sea and

as the Spirit of life is natural-ly cyclical,

where cold changes to hot

and clear to cloudy

and calm to stormy. Yes,

G-ody Go-dy is only (w)holy when

all of those facets are accepted in fiat

and I am alone with You

moment after moment,

time after time,

cycle after cycle:

cold, caliente,

clear, cloudy,

calm, colicky.

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Natural Blend

The idea of getting dirty

is tantamount to the idea of being free.

Like sin and the dark and suffering and death,

dirty balances the equation of the process,

of the journey that we travel,

every change of the cycle that comes

in the choices we make dialectically.

But first, we must stop;

stop the idea of the clean and the dirty;

stop the free versus the indentured,

stop the dark versus the light;

the sick versus the healthy;

the broken versus the (w)holy

and BLEND THEM!

YOU must blend them for me

because IT is One alone;

IT is ONE ALONE and 

shared moments are an illusion meant for

holy communion and families and nature.

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Freedom

I am sorry,

I cannot sleep

when the light is shining,

unless it is by the Holy Spirit blessed,

because my soul is calling

from the dark and the misery

which seems forever pressed upon it and

within which it is so enticingly dressed.

What a mess, sometimes;

so much so that I forget

it must be confessed as illusion

for me to reach out

from the depths of its prison walls.

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http://www.usccb.org/bible/readings/070118.cfm

Let IT Go

I am the one that has to give up;

give up trying to keep the sense alive;

the sense that each of us holds in the silence

where we plan and we plot and we contrive that

for more than a moment which we cannot hold onto

I am destined to persist and to survive.

But how can I accomplish anything that way?

It is the miracle of the ages.

IT is the surprise!

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