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The Process Is All. . . .
‘You Are My Best To Be.’. . . I could hear the words . . ‘too bad all the others could not have been made this way.’ And the response was that this is what creativity was all about. That with each new effort there is improvement. And the creator of the art or article…
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For Me, it is Eternity. . . .
I was sitting and looking at our landscaping and thought I must remember this. This is for eternity for me. It was the end of the day and the sun was setting. I feasted my eyes on my surroundings. And my eyes took in every detail and when they fastened on the next door…
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Apriori. . . (before now). . from where. . . .
Apriori. . . . Oftentimes what is considered decent, normal behavior we label a success of magnitude. In this world of the aberrant we have lived so long that the decent is a surprise. There are souls among us who have volunteered to help heal this behavior. And have put themselves in jeopardy doing so.…
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Ripped, severed, broken. . . again . . . .
(I am running out of words and energy at this time nearing the terminus of my life. I find that what I have written in the past of these earth shaking events are words that still wring my heart to shreds. And yours, too. I cannot find other words to tell their story. Our language…
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We Had Such Promise. . . severed still. . . .
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The Gate Opens
I wrote ( journal 1985) that what is visible is visible and also what is visible can be chosen not to be seen. The depth of perception depends on our courage and capacity to deal with impending events. But only as we observe and have knowledge that life is never ending, is everlasting and…
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The Wait Is Too Long. . .
From my eyes. . . . Father, I said, go greet your son. And the father did and their arms wrapped themselves about each other. And the world was then all right. From my eyes, from my eyes. . . And from my heart, I hear . . . Why did they wait so long?…
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Conduit For Good. . . .
Conduit For Good. . . . We have all heard go back to where you came from in the past weeks and have been hurt and scarred and taken umbrage with the phrase. For me, being where I am in life, I say, Sir, we all go back to where we came from eventually. Today…
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In The Quiet Of This Night. . . . . .
In The Quiet Of This Night. . . In the quiet of this night, come to me and we will hold hands and talk, and I will show you from how high up you jumped. The night will love you and envelop you and you will find that in the cold moon there is a…
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Worn Like A Second Skin. . . . .
The Teacher says do not worry about what others think. They just think differently. And this difference lends a diversity to life that will peal our heart and make us wish to be among humans living time and again. We will wish to work within the limitations, knowing that the things we have learned are…