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 Apr 2019 Possum living
CharlesC
yesterday
reminded of our
often feared
consideration of
life and death..

this year
may be the time
to more fully
Recognize
the seed of the
creation:
inseparable
life/death..

let us cede
that there is what
seems temporary
and permanent..
yesterday's reminder:
our permanent Self
clouds itself and
reveals creation:
confined in time
living with death..

this temporary fixture
clouds and obscures
yet reminds us of
a joyful new
Recognition...
Oh, the secret warlock
of your bad intentions

never let others pull your corrections,
push them with inhibitions

be caution, careful what you wish,
or else die inside will be your kiss
 Apr 2019 Possum living
Anya
Fridge
 Apr 2019 Possum living
Anya
He got used to it

Keeping his heart
in the fridge

Sometimes he opens
the door to look at it

He stands there
in the doorway
and watches it

Beating

In a calm
and steady rhythm

He feels tempted
to take it out

Warm it up

But he never does

He leaves it there
on a special shelve

Safe

In the emergency
he knows what to do

He simply turns the
temperature down

When it gets too warm


 Apr 2019 Possum living
Jon York
It beats,
It breaks,
It loves,
It aches,
for you.
Only you.

Constantly,
Consistently,
Continually
             you.

I'm  lost
in a  sea
of   you
    and
know I'd
   rather
drown in
    your
shadows
    than
swim in
someone
    else's
    light.
                                                                                     Jon York   2019
I changed my mind
I know I never cared enough
The weight inside
Never seems to let up

Suddenly, I can't find the words to say
I can feel the rhythm of your heart beat in my hands
When I'm alone

Another road
When did I lose myself again?
There's no control
Once the rot sets in

Suddenly, everything I understand
All the seconds in my head just ticking away
Never mattered at all
I sit and i think.
Think, and then i think some more.
Think, until there is no more.
Nothing else but to pour.

I sit, and i pour.
Words, lines, paragraphs and more.
I sit, and i pour.
Lines, up-down, straight, curved and more.
I sit, and i pour.
Emotions!!
Bitter, Sweet and Sour.
Pour and i pour,
Pour until there is no more.

Empty and vacant,
Nothing to do now, but recieve,
Chip up & shoulders back, i smile.
Dust my self & prepare,
To be filled with,
And be fueled by,
My,
Evidence of Existence !!!!
Life is simply flling, emptying, refilling and repeating.
Thumb out head down
Another semi smokin' crown
Yeah no riders
Well , ******* jack
We are riding in a train
High balln' it
Almost caught
At the hobo camp
Huge cities
Ya all
that
You cant get back
I got a destination
(Weak whisper)
I got a destination

Eye on the prize
Ain't no one
Pointing at me
Saying
You wouldn't understand
You don't know
Not only do I dig
It
I'm the bodhisattva
I dreamed it so
 Apr 2019 Possum living
Onoma
your timing's so good--

you prove it doesn't exist.

a stand in testification...

unshakably watching what

gets carried away.

nothing will survive your

Bodhisattva gaze~that's

not willing to give it all away

in an instant.

the ground lights up as your

feet root pilgrimage.

you turn around to heed

the world's call, the world

follows...as it must.

it's you who has the strength to

integrate such pause given.

what's that look like?

i mean, eyes are connectable...

usable in an act of faith.

i keep looking into your eyes,

and they'll never tell me you're

nowhere to be found...because

we look through one another

so well.
 Mar 2019 Possum living
Sofie
i watched flowers grow wildly
but it was all inside of my head
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