04 July 2014

Fragments

These are the things I have written in the last couple of months:

We have to eat impossibility for breakfast if we want to do amazing things in life.
Sometimes we have to eat impossible things for lunch and dinner too.

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Be glad, be glad, be glad
With the dawn
I will bring
The ring of morning
Slip it on your finger
Marry all mourning to joy
And merry, merry make
Of this ferry of life
Whatever you will take
From strife's parade.

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No thing be now writ
to make sense of
all the mystery
gone before
and the unseen
mystery yet to come

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Love makes me gaze
long and with wonder
upon the ordinary
and know it
to be a miracle.

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The difference between
you and me -
I can guarantee I
am a fool,
whereas you perhaps
only have your
suspicions...

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Salvation says,
"Satisfaction
and ego
are strangers."

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How does
a mountain know
it is not a hill?

This is the question
that fills me with
wonder thrill.

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I believe in a love that will transform the universe, but what is to be transformed when love is the core of existence itself? Whence is the universe wanting? How can it be? It is I, I, I that requires transforming. Not that I would be do arrogant as to assume a universe, but I do know I exist. A fact so oddly surprising after all this time existing.

In my first refuge
In my last refuge
I find home.

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I am the place where the world and time meet.




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