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The Roses Are For You. . .for keeps. . .
Long before the world ever was. . . . As co-creator and creature both of the universe, it is man’s prerogative and innate yearning to stand erect. To bow down all the time leaves one eventually on one’s stomach. Man rose from the crawling position. There are too many yet who find the child’s position…
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Often the Larger Picture is Universal Life Enhanced. . . . .
What I have learned in these past times is that there are some things that cannot be improved upon. Whether a recipe that has been perfected or something written that has stood the test of my time, meaning my physical life. This is one of them. And my measure has been my life of almost…
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On Earth. . . 1954-1985
When David Died . . . . I say that David took the hands off my clocks. It was the greatest gift he could give me. I tire of running my life with a large hand and a small hand. No time for this, hurry for that. Do this now, do that…
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You Stayed The Course. . . .
You Stayed The Course Only you saw what you saw. Yet you stayed the course and plowed the field and now the plow is lifted. We will work. The children will have their toys and the world will have the words and in due time you come home and we frolic. ‘Til…
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Our Sense of Time. . . and other things. . .
Sometimes our actions seem out of context. It is as if we are dancing to a song not in the musical library. It is not heard by anyone else, just us. It is not foreign to us, but seems puzzling to everyone watching. We know that it is still us, just not the us…
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Are We the Promise Given? . . . ..
The first week in December found me transported to Emergency with atrial fibrillation. Since then it has been a trial of finding what medications are acceptable to this body with not so many adverse reactions. I have found myself not nice and complaining. So conserving energy, my work has been my best of what my…
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Love transforms. . . .
Perhaps you also feel as I in looking about, and wondering is this not the hardest lifetime to have lived? This lifetime is filled with notes and memos reminding me of the impossible events I have labored through. And wondering from where came the energy and the chutzpah to work through them. I am glad for the…
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Take Me Home Jason, Take Me Home. . .it is time.
I have been trying to catch up with myself for a very long time now. Putting up with the old timer’s disease of trying to make a body work like I remember it doing. But of course, it does not. At better than 90 it will not conjure the energy it did at…
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How Much Is For Real. . . . or Illusion?
As I Watched. . . Part of a whole, yet wholly here. Slowly as I watched the silence was encompassing. Piece by blessed piece, each tree, each entity slowly folded upon itself and laid itself down. The screen protecting vanished as it bent itself into nothing, a wisp of an idea no longer useful.…
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the immigrant. . . .
Immigrant. . . I watched as you worked a mind through endless turmoil, sifting and sorting truth and fantasy and arriving. . . You opened eyes and unblinkingly stated, ‘you have always known, haven’t you? How did you do it?’ I knew I could not take even a moment of self revelation away, answered,…