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Daniel Tucker Aug 19
Like our planet on a 24-hour cycle, my location is filling with the light of one rotation, transporting me from darkness into light.

The next rotation of my location is the dark side of my spiritual sphere; and the next spin will once again transport me into
the light of day, the light of the world.

We all know that the sun is still in the sky even in the darkest night. Our perspective is from our location. We may be on the other side of the globe--the dark side--but our location will, in one revolution, be filled with light.
We are all caught in this literal and figurative human cycle of day and night.

We need to have faith in this
as we must have faith in
gravity, because the alternative is unimaginable darkness!!!

This knowing is not only
cerebral, but tabulated by a spiritual equation. We must believe because there is no
way around it. We simply
must believe or lose it all.
Our orbit will decay otherwise.
We will cease to rotate on
our own axis. So in a sense,
do or die, because I will
surely die spiritually if I
don't get lifted to that
spiritual space.

There is too much at stake; there is so much to lose if I
don't transcend the earthly
plane of spiritual death and simply believe beyond hope to be freed from the perceived hopelessness and helplessness of our universal existence.

The sun is still in the sky even in the darkest night. We simply must have faith and patience to wait our turn.
Love has flown, and I'm left to ponder
The dark facets of Life's mysteries,
While a tangled web of emotions
Keeps me tethered to Love's memories

I'm grateful for solitude's shelter,
Amidst crowds I hold my head low ---
I keep my heart's anguish well-guarded
From  prying eyes. They've no need to know.

And for sudden cloudbursts I'm grateful,
My tears are concealed by the rain;
I can bravely hold my head up high
Without fear of revealing my pain

I'm grateful for hours that pass quickly,
They say Time heals a broken heart;
Yet with each dawn Time breaks its promise . . . .
. . . . . the healing has yet to start

I'm grateful when sleep numbs my senses ---
For a while my mind is at ease;
O Time, I need your healing essence . . . .
My heart is sick with memories!
  Aug 18 Daniel Tucker
Mike Adam
Rounded by salt and
Water rolling from
Tide to tide

Inviolate cipher of
All time
Fallen from molten skies

At the beginning

Holding all
Within your elliptical
Mystical mound
Of stone
Life---waters uncharted
each has to struggle on their own
so many lost their way
left bereft, sad and alone

my boat I will construct
with my heart as my compass:
the wildest storms I will brave
and find the shore for my rest
The weather is not independent,
But a part of a bigger,
tricate system
Of patterns;
Variables,
Of cause and effect;

The tide goes
In and out all the same.

We need the rain
For the sunshine to come out again.
Miraculous —

And we need each other
For healing to be reclaimed.
Where did the phrase:
“I don't give a ****,”
Come from?

Were they referring to a dam, literally
Or figuratively?

Was it Clarke Gable
in the black and white classics?

Was it everyone,
Cried out in pain
and defence;
Massicistic?!
Or was it defiance;
Claiming what they wanted
and not caring what others gained
or lost?!

Wherever, and whenever, it came from
I don't give a ****!

It's a very visceral phrase,
And gets to the heart of the matter.
  Aug 7 Daniel Tucker
Traveler
I don’t judge people when they’re down for the count.
The wheel’s get spinning so fast, it causes a sudden karmic pounce! And life sweeps up the debris, every gram and every single ounce..
Traveler Tim
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