LOVE MEETING ITSELF

For the heart that longs for freedom, for the soul that yearns to fly. 
This poetry has no argument in it, it doesn't make a case for anything, it is not seeking to persuade any one of anything. 
It is a quiet flower in the forest, minding its own business. Occasionally a passerby stops and looks, and in that relationship, that exquisite moment, there is a communion of love meeting itself. Nothing more, nothing less. No grand plan, just love meeting itself in the quietness of the forest.
This is the essence of why I write.

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Reach deep into your darkness
And it will reveal 
The light you seek.

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An infinite sadness
Did permeate his being
And as he made no attempt to resist
So did he fall into the vast ocean of eternity 
And there was great healing in that placeless place
By and by he returned to the world
Cleansed, renewed and humbled.

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When my humility 
Outweighed my resistance
I fell to my knees
In a deeper acceptance
Of life's vicissitudes

In that falling
I remembered 
Who I was
In my essence
And a great love
Burst forth.

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Those who have been humbled
By life’s vicissitudes 
Speak a different language
Than those who hang on 
To their pride, no matter what.
It might be called
The language of love.

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Feet on the ground
Head in the universe
Heart the bridge between them.

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Wounds are old friends
We have avoided for years
Inviting us back 
To a great reunion.

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The river of time
Flows through eternity
Carrying all form
To its destiny

In some ways
Nothing is happening
In other ways
Everything is happening.

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Let it be a mythic tale
Of innocence lost 
Of wandering in the wilderness
Of heartbreak and sorrow
Of searching and longing 
Of rising to the challenge 
And returning to innocence
With wisdom and humility
Awareness and grace.
Be dignified on your journey home.

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Let us speak in metaphor and story
For the inner body 
Knows the secret language of being
In a way the mind cannot grasp.

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And even the clouds
Could not obscure
The brilliance of the sun.

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