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People who have thought deeply
Often conclude that at the root
Reality is a paradox an absurdity
This can lead to a liberating sense
Of Freedom to be foolish that our
Children embrace.to an extent that
Laughs at at our ponderous dignity
It is enough to make one almost
Take offense that our hard earned
Wisdom seems to be their birth
Right.  Its enough to make you
Love them-this brashness that is
So much more wonderful to you
That it makes you crazy in Love
I love you. I love you. I love you
There is no strategy; intermediate step
Between Love and less than love
Nor is there a wrong way that can
Take  us from the right path
Not even prayer can facilitate perfect
Knowing.  All self help is futile and
Harmless.  We cannot there from here
Nor return from tere to here.
Love is apriori from every before and survives
All that is to come.
It is Life and proof of Life
Conquering all
Victorious over every peril
Even the greatest-the experience of
Self annihilation it is triumphant
We hear again still small voice of
Anne Frank saying I still believe
That men are good. She is right.

For  even if we lose this conviction
Succumb to the ruse of false hope
Love shall not fail.
If all that you know be sophistry
Signify nothing and you die on the world's
Stage believing it is so-This be but the proof
that you have overcome the world


You will wake up
That  is the nature of Love
It matters not that it be in
Another place; another time
Another dream.

At the end of his life Winston Churchill
Gave us these haunting poignant
Words "  ...the journey has been
Enjoyable and well worth the making...Once."
  For it is always only once that:
I Live
ThatI Am
Love
Love
I have taken a bridge too far
Now I must forget to remember:
Other times as they really were
The bridge of Forgetfulness is
Over the river Now.  There is
A graceful swan passing that
I would see again for the first
Time
and
I must Forget to Remember her
Now and again there is no going
Back
Again
Through dark clouds the sun's rays wink
As if to say peek a boo; now you see me
Now you don't..  But I am always here.
Just so it is when we pray: Thy Kingdom
Come Thy will be done.  It is in our Faith
That it is already and has always been so.
But ever the Glory is magnified and our
Heat beats quicken that the consciousness
Of Love not be diminished by it's constancy
That Love be precious as it is common still.
Better there be liars than what  they say
Be True.
Bhere be no faith than the faithful
Be deceived.
Better there be no hope than it be in what
Is not good.  Better there be no love that
Cannot make things better.
Better is not vain, better is patient. Better
Is possible.  For as God sent His Son..
Knowing on earth there is none that is
Righteous-that men are credulous and
Esteem and fear what is unknown to
Heaven. So why did He come: why will
He come again, leave the perfect place?
Because He felt our pain and knew He
Could make things better.  There is here
Nothing greater than Bette For more we
Will have to die and go to Heaven and
Someday return when the cries of God's
People weighs upon His heart enough to
Again undertake what seems less and
Forever unfinished.  Why do this--to make
Things better.   Here on earth we will take
Vows and be unfaithful, be betrothed to a
Vanity posing as Love.  We say for Better or
Worse but the worse is separation from God.
So we cry out for help,  Come Oh Lord.
Come quickly.  Great is our need as Thou
Knows-Come now and Make things Better.
Until death do us part let us know your
Charity.  Let us forgive even as forgiven.
Now
Being born again is is unending
Again is now.
At night we have the stars
Are they not wonderful.
The less wee have the keener
The appreciation 0n unto the all
Dark of dreamless sleep
From which dreams are born.
A new day dawns
Respect for the first light has been
Learned in the night
The unfolding grandeur of the
Light
Grows upon us until sated just
With the plenty our weariness
Is met with twilight's song
That we may give thanks again
That the day is done.
What ever  is diminished
It is that we may know
It's splendor
Ever turning to it
We are born again
With the gold of
Love is the lilly gilded
All is praise worthy till the end
As whispers end in silence


To the children for we are
Children all
The Unchanging said I am that I am
In that  That He is not redundant,not
Repeating yet unceasing.  No matter
That He is enduring.  As Emily D said:
I am nobody; Are you nobody 2 0 and
1 in a sense there is no other I am but
The One that can declare He is nobody
I am that I am and I am and there is
Naught beside me and that I am also.
I am the sole sun of all that is and that is
Not. I shine in the darkness and the dark
Comprehends me not. Love is all there is
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