THE TRUE LOVER

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OUT THERE IN THE WORLD COGNIZED BY MIND
 
THE LOVER IS UNSEEN AND RARELY SUSPECTED,
 
THE CARESSES ASSIGNED TO A SOURCE OTHER,
 
THE GIFTS TAKEN TO BE THEIR OWN PROGENY. 

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PEACE … Nelladell

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On the Wing

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bird

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A bird doesn’t fly because it has wings.

It has wings because it flies.”

I thank the unknown person from whom I stole this.

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IN THE EAST

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soul

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There’s a wind that constantly blows

from the east, telling of a joyous land

we’ve forgotten.

A hidden part of us hears the message of the silent shouting wind and we blindly try to experience that awesome land in far places or in love from others or  in drugs, food, drink, sex, or possessions.  When we don’t find it, we feel betrayal and anger and depression – every sort of fear.

We suffer because we don’t look in the east of our very own selves.

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UNION

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mountain

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I know of a mountain
Where wild honey grows.
No bee ever touched it
Its birth no one knows.

Her dwelling is that mountain.
Her hair on the crest.
Her feet at the base
Her heart on the breast.

She devours the sweet honey
In the dusk and the morn.
In honey she bathes,
In honey she’s born.

There is no separation.
They’re the same, the three.
The mountain is the honey,
The honey is she.

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THE HAVEN : THE PORT IN A STORM

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Everyone should be able to escape the pain of the world’s arrows.

Sometimes, when one is suffering, solace actually bubbles to the surface of his being, feeling like soothing water from an inexhaustible spring. It is an energy so fine that sorrow is healed instantly. 

 And, once having prepared oneself with yogic meditation, one can easily go into the source of that spring.

“That is why the chant has come down through the ages to our suffering world: ‘Be thou a yogi!’ ”

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SEDUCTION OF THE DIVINE

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chase

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She was introduced to her Beloved,

Recognition was instant,

The chase was on.

Though there can only be one ending,

The race must be run,

And compassionate stars,

So as not to be bruised

By the maelstrom of her pursuit,

Swing aside, listening.

Her wistful sighs of yearning –

Her cries of joy and agony —

They’re the same.

(The Beloved comprehends

and chases because she flees.)

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ROMANCE IS DIVINE

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love

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Romance has divinity

When romance is with the Divine

Love never unrequited

Love always understanding

 When there is only Love.

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