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God doesn't really listen to demands or claims made in the language of the mind and stays apart
but comes very close and listens to yearnings of love that are made in the language of the heart.
Only pure love can cross the barrier and penetrate that worldly illusion of separation
which stands between an individual and God Who is the Reality behind this creation.
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From "The Quatrains" ongoing writings since the early '90's.
Caught in this twisted maze of God's creation
one can't very well see the light or destination
of what is supposed to be a stairway to heaven
that ends up being like the steps of the heathen
which are usually known to lead us all astray
that many people do ignorantly use each day.

We must be able to find a path that's new
and to realise it as something that is true.
Otherwise it'll become very dry and brittle
amounting to nothing more which is little
that is seen or known to be just worthless
like anything without a seed is fruitless.

How could we all be left here like this
to moan that we're now lost and amiss?
as compared to that which we once were
and what we could all be again to confer.
But we haven't all gone astray as it seems
for there are those who've realised dreams.

They're the ones who've come and gone before
to that place on the horizon and opened a door
in that sanctified land or realm of possibility
where just about everything is possible to see.
One needs only to have faith and also believe
avoiding those things that are here to deceive.
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Written in 2016.
Awake to beauty
Shall I ask it to come in
When it's everywhere
I find some amazing things when I am
not looking for them, they seem to find me:
forty bucks in the parking lot of Dollar General,
when I walked  there with a pocketful of change
to buy a cheap cigar, so nicotine
deprived,
a dog left in the country by somebody,
the best behaved most loyal black labrador,
when I was lonely as ******* hell,
and she is now my shadow,
kittens in the laundry room and a
mama looking up at me like , I am sorry,
when I had lost my best friend the week before,
her a cat lover and animal hoarder,
and I calmed the mother cat and said I know
you are in heaven Marge, Thank you for
letting me see!
I once had a thousand desires
But in my one desire
To know you
All else melted away
There’s a menacing chill
on the air
this evening.
“Had I the wherewithal
I’d leave this place,”
I think to myself
as the first warning is issued
by that unfriendly cloud
hanging low and dark
over the mountain.
While once I thought that
the rain would fall with purpose,
I’ve come to understand
that floodwater has no manifesto
except to place the scumline as high as it can.
We can stack these sandbags tall
around our hearts
without regard for what’s on either side of the dam.
They’re only transient monuments to ineffectiveness anyway.


An assassin stands at the corner
wondering if I’ll ever leave my house
and its warmth.
I have news for him, though…
There’s nowhere to go, and
the weatherman thinks we’ll have a storm.
Hoping your gutters are clean.
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