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10月17日

and the river flows...




 
Wrestling with the river
Soon turns your journey discontent
For it flows and cuts and winds through slivers
Of eternities slow, in valleys long and deep...unmeant
To reveal our pathways torn with the worth of givers
Soon to forget the purpose of their gentle and unique repent

Ours is but to let the rivers flow, serving as the hymn
of our tearful, sore and broken Soul
The Spirit does not  hurry or condemn,
Casting Light from a wilderness sinfully old,
I have decided to lay aside the sharp, piercing too high rim,
 allowing the wealth of  leisurely genuine LOVE to unfold.

Therein, we are time and time recast
Into a play of Visions carved from the unmade, unwritten.
Leaving for others to decipher the marks we passed
Too tight or too loose the obstacles we left hidden?

The ride feeds uncertainty and we want to quit
the river with its rapids running turbulent,
our bodies heavy with the weight of every hit...
Nevertheless we cling to the  human hunger it ferments.

And with each bend we come nearer still
to some other unknown, sensitive tide...
impulses, passions are shaken inside and we will
always choose the emotion from which we cannot hide.

"It is not written."

~rom~





10月12日

where is home?

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I fear I have wandered too far from home
The space I inhabit is so all alone

Is there a connection I have missed?
Fumbling for sight I lost the precious kiss.

Now into a daring venture I am unguided
And must rely on those whose own direction is desperately divided.

But is LIFE not made of broken switchbacks?
Of formless nights and days swollen with lack?

My Will is bent as I move restless and spent,
Wandering treacherous Tides for a Journey somehow... meant?

Laughter and touch  have long since disappeared
Until I have grown weary of the search for my mentor seer

Gather me up unto the Pillars of Creation
Perhaps therein I will find at last  my secret destination.

~rom~



10月11日

being who you are

    
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       Being True to your Self is perhaps the hardest thing to do,
however, IF you don't even know WHO that is.....
then you need some time before you begin again.
For staying Honor pledged will not be easy;
yet is far more perilous when you do not.
YOU live inside YOU.  No matter  where
you go or what you do, your allegiance
is forever and always there.
Hold onto the True.

~rom~




     
 

       
     

       
     

       
     

       
     

coupled led

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who be they
of the so fortunate few
whose breathing lay
still until memory grew
when awakened to the day
by the same arrow shot through
they rose with the dawn's rays
holding onto promises of 'only you'

~rom~

10月10日

GANDHI

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I object to violence because when it appears to do good, the good is only temporary; the evil it does is permanent.
Mahatma Gandhi
Indian political and spiritual leader (1869 - 1948)

10月6日

paint me with the untouched morning brush...

 
 
Seastacks and arch on Shi-Shi Beach. Olympic National Park
 
    "...the only sound  was the pink light streaming---Morning we recalled from some distant fall,  our bodies still warm from reaching, unspent as the rosy pink fingers of this new Dawn traced   prints  of our bare toes in the sand. Leaving our passioned yearning, we retreated  to  an anointed  strength and wisdom from within.  Would it always be like this, just here, just now and again?   Could we not have the promise so carelessly spoken by youth; while our mortality grew, as did the Morning's  long awaited call, giving  us back to the Trust in one another, fulfilling our bodies aching one for the other.   As the Winds bore us toward we knew not what, Thunder pounded  anger, and Angels gathered to shower us in their  tears.  'Your LOVE is and cannot be lost'.   ...no matter what the cross...yours is not to count the cost; and Lightning crackled,  burning  our skin:  REMEMBER WHEN   -- and remember then, not to cast judgment...yours is but to live, to serve, to love and  hold onto to one another.  With a conspiracy sacred cast, we did breathe as one while we felt the light shine through and cradle us in  Infinite loving, leaving the dark to the past.   We could never to be through.  ~A.

10月5日

galaxies and galaxies -- enter Forever...

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 "I  
prefer to be a dreamer
among the humblest,
 with visions to be realized,
than Lord among those  
 without  dreams and desires."
 
                              ~Kahlil Gibran