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For A Friend Ill
by Victor K. Pryles
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
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I just came out of an illenss and felt a special kinship with my friend, also sick.

I see you, sweet sinew, driving muscle, under carriage

You, starting man, are welcome

I don't drive you like the fakir

all twisted to find enlightenment.

I don't take you to impossible lengths to achieve nirvana

But, loving yoga of you, I appreciate your whole and fight you not

Knowing that Mind sits abreast you awaiting

To come to me and let us both find peace

Sweet body, kind instinct it's from you

My Mind finds birth

Then Mind to Heart I grow

Till, at last, my self becomes

Let me never forget at all

Memory stand clear

It was Body that gave birth to all

And from it Essence reigns

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Reviewed by Cynth'ya Reed 10/1/2007

Cool last line Bro. Victor
blessin's
cynth'ya lewis reed