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Frank Russell Jun 2014
These atoms the earth's -
       not mine -
This life force carries on
       without my conscious control -
All universal law is
       perfectly executed
Minus any command from me -
       and yet I embellish
A focal point
       with end all egotism.


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Frank Russell May 2014
Jesus says
of the lilies of the field:
       That even Solomon in all his glory
        was not arrayed as one of these.


Basho writes:
       *Come out to view
        the truth of flowers blooming
        in poverty
Obviously, this is not technically a poem - simply a "poetic parallel" I found amongst the books.
Frank Russell May 2014
I've come back now
       from the periphery -
       where the multitude of
       things with names
Occupies all thinking,
                 all emotive reaction.

This must be what is termed
       primal wisdom
       - this constant compulsion toward
         the substantive.

Your arms and your mouth
The warm breath on my skin
The caressing movements of your body
Through one transient night...

Restores all
       to simplistic clarity -
Leaves me grounded
       in the real.


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Frank Russell May 2014
Not in any book
       - the timeless intonation
       of Being -
The Word
       in nature
       in completeness
       in you.


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Frank Russell May 2014
"You are a lost soul,
       a fool destined for hell-fire...
  Such is the fate of those
       who do not believe the Word of God..."

"What evidence do you have,"
       I asked,
"that this is the Word of God?"

"It's The Holy Bible, for Christ's sake!
       The Word of God -
       everyone knows that -
       it says so itself!
  How can you be so stupid?!"

"What evidence...?" I asked.


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Frank Russell May 2014
To achieve
conscious loving union
with God -
or to weep joyously
on my knees
before an execution?

"Take up your cross
and follow me"


A reference to the hellish
torture of crucifixion -
or, as perhaps was intended,
an allusion to
the austerity of the path?

You misled me, Preacher.

I needed the method,
not the blood.


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Frank Russell May 2014
Hushed void within
absorbs stillness without -
overarch of stars


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