LOVE

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Sweet sound of laughter,
Sharp salt of tears join to make
Joy of loving you.
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From Life's A Bitch by GeoE
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KOAN

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To use God as a crutch is to take a first step alone.
To use God as a crutch is to die.
Koan is a crutch
To walk alone is death.
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From Life's A Bitch by GeoE
*Koan: a mediational dichotomy
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DEVA

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Hang sweet hov'rer
Twixt earth and sky;
Naught but heart of flow'r
To catch your eye.
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From Life's A Bitch by GeoE
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MEDITATION

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He wears his Buddha belly val'rously
And meditates most pond'rously
On pizza, pot and beer.
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From Life's A Bitch by GeoE
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FAREWELL

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You are leaving;
............I shall miss you.
..........................In some ephemeral way, you are strength.
Opinionated...........adamant.............prejudiced
And yet
You opened doors,
............Feathered edge of consciousness
.......................Nor you.........nor I, explored.
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I dreamed of us last night.
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On dusty coffee table lay
...............an album;
..........................Clippings.........photos..........notes.
Around me people
..............Faceless cocktail crowd.............noisy nothing-ness
..........................engulfing simple shack.
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Outside...............silent desert
..................Breathless................Waiting
Timelessly suspended in motes of moonlight.
Alone, I riffled through pages.........hearing songs
...............Snatches of joy and sadness,
............................raucous-rollicking
And then
Almost lost in the jumble of a page
..............A love song.
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Exquisite...........................it lay unsung.
...............In richly simple words
.......................Love, in all its fullness encompassed me.
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Through tear-constricted throat
..............I drifted into waking
........................Enraptured..............singing your song.
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"Love, you are an auto.....the hood."
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I know where we meet.....you and I.
...........We have a song.........'Twill move the world
.................If we can find the words!
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From Life's A Bitch by GeoE
To Glenn Hayes, Editor BCT
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GOD.....NOW WHAT?

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Fifty-ODD years ago
God spoke.........to me.
Though I have laughed and cried,
Loved and hated,
Eaten, crapped and fornicated,
My life has been
One long, exciting search
To hear his voice again;
Though I know he lives
Not on some distant Shakari
But in eternal depths
........of me.
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Sometimes I wonder
In the dark of night,
How would or could I diff'rent be?
Is there some great plan
Whose path I trod all unaware?
Does each of us
Sometime - somewhere
Hear God and then.....
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Eat and cry and fornicate
But not the same:
...........Not quite.
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From Life's a Bitch by GeoE
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WHO......I?

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What greater God
Do microbes have
Than I?
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For e'en with drugs
They live...
I die
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Who interferes
With God's Great Plan?
Not man!
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Or who knows
What that might be?
Not me!
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From Life's A Bitch by GeoE
On reading Discover Magazine on mutating microbes.
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