to what end wrestle ye with spirits in truth,
not a true Jungian complex if we slip the knot,
now, who started the dispute about right useness?
Table manners at a Norman Rockwell reenactment.
As eldest, I let my peace, first comfort me,
then extend, as joy in truth is our strength to use,
facilitate wait to see, which chocolate each remembers
- it's me as the never has been grand father
- establishing the fact that life remains
as much like a box of chocolates
as any random chance choices
acting a fan of symbiology
on holiday l'chaim
made so by holy
symbolic life experience
changes in the Christmas story,
the one where Mary's matters,
she being Luke's prime source,
James the Wise's mother,
Mere and pure, indeed, one idea
peaceable at nomination, wise
at the taste oh, the beguilement,
we can make secrets, ours, alone,
eh, holy ordained layer on of hands,
no, holy transcriber of tongues,
there are enough inspired
utterances ex cathedra
ala Azusa Street, and radio
mind trust building framed information,
so greedy deep that to this day, knowers
feel the genuine pain of wasted peace,
invested in hate needed to consume
according to planned economic
impression therapy, reset…
wars
for old ignorances
of custom, fief fee fidelity
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duty due the personal will to say why
right works and wrong does not…
to tell the whole Bible story, as imbedded
in a disciple
to the kind
of being we form, as
rowdy boys let run a little wild as
has been practice in war societies,
or has been so fictional-ated
as to make no never mind
what if, ai ag us on one eclipse
explanation, sheer luc, by any measure
You gather all your experience,
pick any 27 years,
in acquisition sequence
-------
I can remember thinking different…
-- what more can a rescuer Dad attempt,
temptation to avert a train wreck,
praying to be led away from adversity
endured, enjoyed remembered,
encouraged to let this mind be,
in you, be ye bond or free, be leaving
the lessoning about to be wished loose,
as one's equivalent knot, to a yoke,
broken in the acceptable fasts,
we agreed, let every yoke be broken,
set the captives free, enforce reality,
or else, enjoy making up your own mind,
given the exact same mind, liturgically,
as the blessing of wisdom settles on us,
as we witness the weform this mind takes
and we feel light headed.
May be this, maybe that, what it is, in the end, is how it was remembered.
Did the peace abide, or did the stranger merely come to entertain a thought.
