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i miss you and find myself wondering where and how and if you are you are because we are and you are part of we but are you free? i remember how you just hate anything the least bit tainted by the supernatural yet you believe in the good and work for the peace you are relentless about the consequence of a thought. perhaps that's why peaceful buddhists beckoned you across the sea and why you were happy in their place i see you now again in their midst in their bardo - awakening where the sun is always setting and souls are recycled these folk gave you a great gift for bardo is the proper in-between to finally unwrap your sadness and be pleased with all you are but you were christian first and still and have chased jesus all your life you've met him often in his varying disguise and so encouraged, uplifted us i remember your lessons your direct manner the joy above your sorrow the hope above your hurt you always left a warm space after you have left it again with us.
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Jul 21, 2012
Jul 21, 2012 at 11:51 PM UTC
bardo
i miss you and find myself wondering where and how and if you are you are because we are and you are part of we but are you free? i remember how you just hate anything the least bit tainted by the supernatural yet you believe in the good and work for the peace you are relentless about the consequence of a thought. perhaps that's why peaceful buddhists beckoned you across the sea and why you were happy in their place i see you now again in their midst in their bardo - awakening where the sun is always setting and souls are recycled these folk gave you a great gift for bardo is the proper in-between to finally unwrap your sadness and be pleased with all you are but you were christian first and still and have chased jesus all your life you've met him often in his varying disguise and so encouraged, uplifted us i remember your lessons your direct manner the joy above your sorrow the hope above your hurt you always left a warm space after you have left it again with us.
for a friend just passed, whose compassion and understanding were great, and whose sadness was ever present.
elias
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Jul 21, 2012
Jul 21, 2012 at 11:51 PM UTC
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