The sense of FUN

That accompanies

My participation

Is A mysterious,

Wonderful  lure.

It sanctifies

The moment,

Makes it part of

The other and

Sure-ly is young

And free;

Even pure,

When we laugh.

          For me,

          When I am

          With you,

          Or anyone,

          It is

          Feeling

          I am okay

          Being

          As I am

          With you

          And

          If I do not

          Do the same

          For you

          Then

          Shame on me

          Or you

          If

          You did not

          Let me

          Be.

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I can never return

To any memory:

Not a one

Will be real

In the end;

I can only try

To be at peace

With this presence and

To find in this moment

A friend.

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I do not understand how it happens,

How isolation breeds love;

But it does!

Solitude

Must be a prerequisite

For love.

Oh, yes.

Oh, ‘be-a-ta sol-i-tu-de’;

Oh, ‘so-la be-a-ti-tu-de’;

Oh, happy solitude;

Oh, only happiness.

I guess that way

We all get to appreciate

From whence cometh both:

The isolation that is our solitude and

The love that is our happiness.

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I talk to everyone,

I talk to no one,

I talk to myself,

I talk to nothing,

I talk to you,

I talk to love,

I talk, to love you:

I talk when I should not talk,

I talk to silence until

I hear only the reply of being,

Being itself,

Creation being,

Man being,

Woman being,

Children being,

Being,

Being,

Being in love;

Then I stop talking and

I listen.

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Darkness and night and

Cloudiness and rain;

Homelessness and the desert, all

Bring me back again to my nature;

Alone, with whom

I came in;

Finding the Christ

As my brother and kin;

Having time to reflect on my sin,

That could easily become

My second nature.

But the turn of the wheel

Keeps me humble and

In touch with myself

Sure and true,

Because the changes

Keep me uncertain

About the present and

In touch with the Spirit

Which is new

To my nature.

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Strangeness

Leaves when

We come down from

The mountain and

We become more natural,

A child;

My word, there is

The part of me,

Which, in the wonder

Of the moment

Is struck dumb by

Its simplicity.

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