Your face, as Other,
must and will always be Forever,
in mother or in brother or in some thing
to smother the distraction
that takes from us the Lover we can be.
Don’t you see?
Eternity is just the reflection of who You are to me.
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Your face, as Other,
must and will always be Forever,
in mother or in brother or in some thing
to smother the distraction
that takes from us the Lover we can be.
Don’t you see?
Eternity is just the reflection of who You are to me.
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I can never forget You.
You are a part of me.
Oh, why are You a part of me?
But, it is okay! You come and You go;
nothing permanent to interfere with my Love,
my new Love
Alone
without You,
Alone without You.
Oh, why must there always be
an Alone without You?
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Bullied from the left.
Bullied from the right.
Bullied from every direction
until I see that
fight can only be
little wonder compared to
the precious sight when
I close my eyes and
I find I am with YOU Alone
who are the Light Forever Now
within any darkness and
within every night
that may come
my way in time.
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Can’t talk about suicide.
Can’t talk about sex.
Can’t talk about religion or
G-od or what in this strange world
is coming up next; yet
IT is always a sweet mix of love,
faith and politics by which
everyone of us is blessed,
from the days leading up to our conception,
in a moment of heated passion,
to some neighborly other
cleaning up the best and
the worst that is left
for the rest of us
self professed guests
of this mess.
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The journey to and through
the darkness of the winter solstice
is the wonder of the good we find within;
the blending of the self and community; and
the spiritual spin we settle upon
waiting for the madness of the moving orbs
to end in a new beginning
where we find which life would win
as we weather the cold that remains and
as the darkness would graciously thin
while we trustingly befriend the grace of the Light and
send the time without it packing until Spring.
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The darkness is darker
in early December**,
like the middle of
the middle of the night;
like the depth of the
penury of the widow
residing in the faith of
the widow’s mite***;
like the Christmas
celebrated down under
amidst the warmth and
the vision and the light;
like the Christ
on the Cross with the eye
beyond the present veil and
with only Good Will in sight.
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*https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Solstice
**https://www.schooloftheseasons.com/hanukkah.html
***https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lesson_of_the_widow%27s_mite
Dead in the midst of all the living and the dying
Dead in the illusion of the order and the mess
Dead in the dialectic journey where,
in the silence and the solitude,
the light and the darkness,
what is Good Alone,
over and over
I confess.
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