Days End; Before The Penumbral Veil

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Light emerges from a million year push

sheds its sanctuary across a day

perhaps to reach another planet

light years and civilizations away

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But today this light engages

being sifted by a turning world

reaching lifted ocean above our heads

seeing may not be believing

but we are receiving truth

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Eyes take this gift in freely

into another dimension

consciousness

reflection

inebriation

lens closing color

opening later to stars

whose light is received

merely by taking a moment

a decision to focus thought outward

to look around and take in sight

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Another kind of penumbral veil

defines comprehension and silence

knowing and ignorance

remembering

forgetting

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When Looking Away: A Poem On What Life is Missed

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Over What Lay

Below The Tree Of Life here drifting

leaves gather behind each lonely day

I notice one dream loosened to the east

missing one to the west not far away

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Choices made to divide each sight

the wind in our shoes aimed ahead

going where now finds less sunlight

searching for what could be instead

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Beneath The Tree Of Life all around

it was easy not to notice direction

north or south as reversed inside

mirrors unseen in their reflection

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We seek ever onward over what lay

yesterdays leaves silently turning

over a missed word an undone tear

forgone colors of Life later burning

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Anti Matters

Knowing Need Not Be Believing

I know

I know hate

it flows to targets

a heat seeking missile

a ruby red laser

where facts

do not matter

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Then the incoming reasons

blue shifted logic

running ahead of itself

tachyon obsessed

octopus conclusions

tendril feelings

always reaching for

narratives of matters

shifted aside

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Seeking the anti self

the hideous inside-out

other———-you know

a sinful extreme

lies where truth could live

withdrawals where gifts would give

that land of hopes betrayal

a web of seamless denial

where holy icons

staph in hands

disect insecurity

unveiling anti-life

guarding entrances

from understanding

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Cartoons slashed of love

gutters flowing away

days descending

night crawling

minds that could care

were care permitted

hearts that would hear

were sounds shifted

instead of

red and blue

self annihilation

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You Are 1/6700000000th of Present Humankind

The Undone Question

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6700000000

What you gonna do

with your one,

six billion, seven hundred millionth piece of humanity?

Gonna change the world?

Gonna make a difference?

Gonna have lots of kids?

You are supposed to

family is looking at you

to increase its self defined

importance

increase the odds by

decreasing all’s share?

What you gonna do?

Avoid the question?

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Get a million to read your post?

Tweet a million tweets

in a lifetime

in your

1/6700000000th

and falling share?

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You’re always one

like every other one.

What you do

has the same impact

as any other one

but exist

in a multiplied context.

To be conscious

means you must balance

the difference.

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What I do

if compounded by you

becomes a sum

of all doings

easier

and much more dumb

to ignore the math

the truth

the charge

upon each one

and every one.

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But ignorance will not

add to the answer

it will enhance the question

unconsciousness magnified

until the earth

and we of earth

face the demands

of Life

and what was done

by each

and everyone.

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Where do expectation and responsibility meet?

There will be the answer.

The Enigmatic Pier

The Enigmatic Pier

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Out on the end of things

substance is consumed

words are reverse sound

ideas turned back to light

we look with each question

seeing color’s we do not know

words we would rather not hear

nature beckoning us from inside

what comes backward seeing us

beyond the intelligence of view

where wonder lives a silence

moments holding hands

the past catches us now

right before our eyes

stretched eternity

just beyond

a poem

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We were quite sure from observation

Certainly we had room for questions

Was this really unconditional Love?

But without an obvious answer

We remained in doubt…

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OCEAN OF ONE

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OCEAN OF ONE

A simple breath leaves

enters our ocean of air

was it ever separate?

words use waves

blend into surf

liquid folds over

then runs under

every foot

every thought

that ever was

that will be

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A piece of earth

of dust

or interstellar

flotsam and jetsam

becomes gathering ground

of sojourning figments of time

from clouds they fall

toward one center

simple rain with

simple forgiveness

far beyond yet within

memories of a seas

searing trench

folded into earths fire

and brimstone

rocks of ice

crystal wafers

stripped to the core

of what was

ready for

what will be

flowing

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Always one

one end

one beginning

one place

one becoming

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the Ocean

NOT THE ONLY ONE

Lonely human

do you believe you are the only one?

I know you are unable

to get out of your head

a prisoner

behind your own eyes

each is the same

deny what I will

we have this sameness

yet how much we deny

any lie one tells is

told to ourselves

looking around lustfully

pretending

it is all ours

for the taking

mine

or that

we can chop ours out of it

but we remain

behind our eyes

floating

in some alone

and lacking dimension

forcing hands and words

laying claim to forever

in my own name

and not the One

.

Only Love

could have given

prisoners a chance

to belong to It all

to be free at a willing

our connection is love

its absence

abandonment

envy and blame

all that I miss

missed until I am found

given to our control

the power of recognition

not requiring faith

nor belief

to open this heart

but to see what is before me

union is all pervasive

just to turn to it

and it pulls

back together

an obvious secret

kept right out in the open

keys to the Grand Story

but only told to receiving

those who turn toward

all being together

unlocking

themselves.

The Well Reflection

All IS DEEP INSIDE

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a light comes on

sound is in

taste and

air!

what is it?

where is this place?

i was always with someone

now someones come and go

have i been sent out away?

only smell can reassure me

warmth and touch i crave

to be held as if a ray of light

it is so good here when in pain

someone most always comes

but I cannot be certain

they understand

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but in time

things begin suddenly

to make much more sense

a cacophony of chaos resolved!

most sweet sense of connection

how i waited for this reason

to find we have a place

familiarity and routine

are my new comforts

yet there are surprises

they pop thought the open

a world of unknown comings

and goings i have no view

dear impromptu mystery

i do see how things go

i am still kept outside

all comings and goings

.

i know of my influence

i am a place to stop

and a place to be

ones that come around

seem glad to see me

they do not know

how much i miss them

oh and sometimes

during dark despair

attention arrives everywhere

now and then some hold me

others shake things at me

and make odd faces

some are so silly

much commotion happens

i wonder what i do not see

i hear it coming in

but i am not sure

what it is

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and so life goes on

all around

but only observed

inside

where i am

the watcher

beyond blackness

past closed eyed emptiness

i am listening in on Life

immersed and emerging

one who engages

what i have and need

with what is all around

when it seems i must act

i bring something in close

yet no matter how near

always outside or gone

unless i admit more

that somehow

and some way

the mobiles world

is inside as well

within something

someone beyond words

so vast and dynamic

i will never observe It

yet be a part of Its Life

Its noisy company

right inside me

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where once

there seemed to be nothing

seeming was probabilities illusion

that something could be

made nothingness

everything

.

this circle is full

It is from inside

we all watch

and oh yes

are watched

from inside

The Well

We

know

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LOVE

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to love and be love need no question

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ENDLESS BEGINNINGS

ENDLESS BEGINNINGS

Words have fallen out of history.
Loiter in subconscious cellars,

fermenting
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There, just out of reach

untethered to ignorance whispering

in gossip ears faith of certain collapse

I know something beyond is shimmering

my fingers stretching an arm to retrace

an angel holding word of heaven listening

to dreams flying by toward eternity

taunting this earthbound calamity.

These bars holding me in
or are they keeping them out?
Always this seeming mystery.
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The vowel and consonant hear their wings.
Briefly, colors infrared to ultraviolet born from gray.
Will they move toward that tunnel light
lingering far in distant away?
Now
seemingly,
too poor to pay.

History
up past its cloud of ever-after
busy with all that is over
never sees what takes flight.
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A butterfly rising up seeking
forgetting where it was leaving
or exactly whom was crawling.
All they needed was a beginning.
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Stories come close to sip our nectar
riding molecules of instinctual lust
mandates of need cry time is falling
how can love know what word to trust?

Here

Here on this ground
these shadows gather close

In fogs quiet and deep buried rust

where nothing grows wild or upright

below this history’s crumbling crust

who knows that day became night.

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Tags can be inspiring to me. Some of my blogroll comes from reading them.

{September 30th images. Photo from this afternoon in side yard, and poem I made in another wordpress blog comment box. Referring to that persons procrastination and issues with writing. I tried to convey some freedom from spontaneity amidst common existential questionings. But what I really meant to say was…}

Love has Eternal Depth

Love; The Soul of Being; A meditation on love and forgiveness

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ENTER NOW

NOW HOLDS THE KEY

TO FREEDOM OR SLAVERY

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what is holding me back?

a whole universe before us

but what persist inside?

is it what I missed?

times I waited

but seemed ignored?

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this next moment

can be tarred and feathered

by hurt feelings left in memories

leaving now seemingly somewhere else

the next moment can turn another way

remind of what was good

is good now still

though tender and old

and out facing into autumn

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I

we are all

I

just one I

we make thought quilts

ideas that blanket the world

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all human doings appear

with what I insist exist

where I chose to look

what I say moves

on from one I

to another

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but just I

always just

you and I

are always this I

all that decides now

what continues on

what is stopped

forgotten or lost

feared or loved

just I now

and your I

accept

or reject

life

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history

with its lust for cause

with all its endless repetition

where cause can be confused

who started what is veiled

automatic darkness

beneath loves sun

until just one I

changes course

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this barrier each I faces

do we play the old storyline

follow well worn plot pathways

that still are surrounded in wonder

but we stay on the bare trampled soil

cleared and near sterile temptation

walking ahead into history

what is stopping us ever

from truly moving forward

when one easy step

into freedom?

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Just these I’s

that is all

for history is done

no matter the horror

or wrong doings

these we command

if I take loves course

they can be forgiven now

a door opened into love

this your freedoms proof

this thing I can do

and you

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those who say no to I AM

no to forward and forgiveness

no to growing up and into love

these are the bankers of fear

seeking comfort in theft’s company

as they seek to sell souls into doubt

that which seems so easy to prove

over and over until it becomes

the vision they walk towards

a realm of love lost

backwardly

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unlike hate and fear

love takes true courage

love takes being present

love takes standing up tall

bravely opening wide up

giving in to heroic calm

to the most loving thing

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deep waters of everything

anchored to Creations Center

where all things are real

each hand held to eternity

setting a heart free

to feel each heart

such a chore

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we but need to dare

look our escapes in the face

we are stronger now than ever

undaunted by judgements

recognising the error

in orientation

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then behold

finding I AM

beginning and end

one point real power lives

giving us Its gift

right now

here

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the powerful

are those who love

those who love it all as is

including the poignancy of loss

including wandering in the desert

including the pains and forgetfulness

that makes finding even more majestic

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what is stopping your next intent

what question rules as overlord

but more importantly

who am I

without love

to say it is gone

and too hard

to be?

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I as us

you and me

do we think this is

too Utopian and easy?

too obvious to be true for

surely we should have seen it?

too impossible to coordinate

with all other sojourner I’s?

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just one moment now

just one I in time’s crest

where every moment is loved

only this one place to change

right now were I stand or fall

only one person to decide

what I will be now

be opened up to love

or look for ways to close union off

making it distant and difficult

for then I am far away

from where I belong

a lone star

outside the Milky Way

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this inside of light

behind my closed eyes

an inner truth still shines

though I may not look out

to see its caressing colors

illuminating my world

and what I am

it is easy to miss

the most obvious

when not attending

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so very simple

completely universal

problem and conflict traditions

gone in a blink and an I

gone right now

not into hiding

but into seeing our depth

we each hold our true birthright

taking the stolen strength in heart

from each fossilized mistake

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come to realize

how these become extinct

each and every time I create one

that is the power of consciousness

of I instead of what I do not know

or try to be from lacking

ever wandering seeking

missing what is receiving

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here the power of love

healing even amidst loss

strong enough to overcome

what fear and darkness bring

that light inside is eternal

known when I enter

where I am

Love

all the love

denied

all the love

waited for

all

right here

known by offering

even when receiving

the gift that comes

from giving

Love

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{The most fierce things show a moment of loves obvious presence}

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image at very top courtesy of

The Creative Element

AND WHAT IS NOT YOU?

We look out at the world

as appraisers of value

we judge what we see

look out across definitions

spectrum’s of color and shape

evaluating their outer evidence

determining the meaning it

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what does our nature say

of what my looking life is?

our whole lives are made up

of these dissected spectrum’s

they expand across time and place

but in ways we proceed to cut them up

and each and every life revolving along

with their attached to us values

this near constant analysis

my life’s experience

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here I judge it by

standards known

assumed true as stone

I hear we need our orders

be filled with missing life

we know we are ever hungry

for nutrition of body and mind

we need people to tell our stories

to care and share in these gifts

establish our common knowing

we want people and possessions

to describe our own meaning

things can even supplant

one thing for another

a substitute spectrum

a mirror of things

quietly telling us

we are here

I can feel

what we are

surrounding

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but do these

worded names

tell who we are?

all our collections

our display cases

I hope you will see

what I am made of

in my claims

on truth

we claim

many of us

God is out there far

made everything and left us

with books, stories and faith

we say belief is our true holding

how this awareness of the Grand

intersects with our self analysis

all this world of life around us

may have us miss our inside

the forest for dead trees

beliefs about it all

for who cast God out

of Gods ongoing Creation?

where are the scissor marks

behind our eyes as they open?

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we look at the sky and see

a vast and rambling open sea

that does grand becomings

and these lands roll onward

come out from under our feet

unfolding a world in front of

the way we aim a desire

we see it and appraise

what it is worth to me

why it has value or not

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what we may be doing

with our favorite color is

a strange blindness in choice

missing the inclusive continuity

that the clouds moisten our lips

things come up from sweet earth

grow and supply our very breath

that we are air, fire, water, earth

and a firmament in heaven

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our dreams
may stop behind our eyes

and our memory sits still

waiting so patiently

our bus stop into the past

can provide a surprising turn

like the next moment can

anything in front of you

and yes those inside too

all the ideas in it touch

all that is you and I

everywhere around us

our judging of values

may be a kind of trick

we recommend as treat

our favorite pitch or note

in shaped spectral choices

we feel show our character

but that may well be just

too superficial to claim

as ones sole mission in life

every note touches its neighbor

even in its lonely voice away

each color is true as a form

but not separate as may seem

light and shape select out

a realm for revelation

may make flowers

define their interest

but not make one only

inherently more interesting

not its unfathomable depth

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for that is Spirit only visible

to those who look past ends

to the inside of everything

like you and I finding where

everywhere is completely round

with not a void space to spare

even where we fit in

our imagination

and for God

God is not to beg of

nor play like a player piano

but to belong to inside time

God is not some guy up there

God belongs to everywhere

there is nowhere without

Divine influence at work

only ignorance believes

it can speak Its name fully

somehow removing It out

holding It abstract and ideal

putting It away into the mind

where compartments shape

and shade away Gods place

to where I am comfortable

with imaginary distance

from sorrow and loss

most profound gifts

and loneliness

even alienation

strongest indication

of which way truth may lay

open and free to accept love

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because my minds eye is

undeniably bound

to all dimensions

as yours is

we inhabit now

incalculable space

unrelenting time

wound inside

the same place

not red or blue

not quite or loud

not strong or weak

nor unsure or proud

it is the law and order

of harmony that rules

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realizing the command

of harmony in symmetry

the instinct for balance

love has a chance to open

filter through each prism

show its truest colors

into every color be

bond as gravity does

the oneness within

in oneness without

our lives the prism

that sheds light now

uniquely illuminating

reality and possibility

with that gift of love

only a soul carries

into the night

where hearts

learn to beat

everywhere

and all still

inside of you

INVITATION WORLD MEDITATION

View of Earth and the moon from space. Image credit: NASA

The stars and moon rule at night

a sun for the day

these overhead

and to the horizon

the obvious misplaced

for the obvious to our needs

how we identify with the struggle

ignoring these overwhelming truths

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a world compacts around each life

we see from our reflective pinpoint

our singularity inside near infinite space

where we appraise our inhabited tiny place

with thoughts and feelings clearly too close

these truths seem much too obvious

they may block my experience

of the most obvious

context of all

existence

Beingness

the sacred center

we each are touching

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a truth does remain

eyes open or closed off

my one focus of perception

my solitary view on everything

is in touching all that is

while I can seem

so far from it

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the most obvious thing

is this universal invitation

revealing the depth and breath

a continuous and cumulative gift

our invitation to belong to a whole

farthest from a lost point of view

this call comes in yearning

to see into immersion

know a depth undeniable

once this inclusion is felt full

come to see a world of relevance

vast all around my open eyes

I am not just a pinpoint

like this small world

I can be so sure of

in quiet desolation

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my view of the overhead

is dependent to my intention

where I draw what I am and am not

we are suspended into a medium

of Life and its long reach

the stars, sun and moon

are not just overhead away

not the earth a flat dimension

they are all around whole

while we are always

in their middle

the obvious truth

can be easily obscured

by other obvious proof

of what seems alone

a superficial invention

while full truth reverberates

in its ever-present holding

even in loss and loneliness

of abandonment’s fall

we take the surface

as our only will

and separation

my only state known

demands become fate

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a thought does not

end in my minds back alley

I can think they are stuffed

at some dead end hidden

but like our suspension

the center of this universe

surrounds our every move

thoughts and feelings

touching all around

nowhere is ever

cut off

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gravity knows

never a dead end

existence is full not void

there is not a missing piece

all dimensions lead to home

here we actually all know you

and call your name inside-out

we each here reveal a truth

a new and unique angle

of what life can be

or otherwise

even our denials

what life can be missed

whether I feel held back

kept by some outside entity

or admit ever-present evidence

there never can be a locked door

only a soul seemingly self chained

by its own premature conclusion

certain of so small a place

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the door is open

both ways

always

you and I

are welcome

all of Creation

exist in connection

even though untruth

is so easy and possible

to believe as pure fact

It can be but this smallest

this most simple a truth

removed by appearance

as when time after sunset

a day becomes invisible

our own isolated longing

can miss for its opinion

of being left behind

with too little light to see

the length of deeper connection

my own ideas can trap me under

a view unable to see in and through

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where stars just seem to move

overhead and to the horizon

the moon and sun are visible

then vanished and gone

when they in deepest truth

never are missing in action

but there in their element

surrounded in their own

and all other relations

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the invitation invites us

to a world of connection

it is to be into inclusion

belonging to everything

every happening passes

through the open door

tells a tale of life

my life

your life

each and every life

inside of all One Life

a connecting and caring core

of ever-present Love

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in ignorance of this

gift of Invitation

we are alone and longing

and once knowing of this

request to come in

are invited into

a part of infinite

Love living

the heart of Being

beating within our chest

this story all around us

revealing all the rest

where you are

now and always

touching and holding

the Invitation in.

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