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So often we give too little acknowledgment to the process of maturing.
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One's Shadowless Moment
That which we embrace
That which we shun
That which we serve
Assimilation
Man's strange bedfellow
Remaining often long in the wings
Allowing shadow-light to become constant
Inviting ghost-like impressions
Enjoin one's timeless opacity of reason
Edification reveals
Experience rejecting idleness
Determined to share
Clover-rich bounty
Free of any fear
Sagacity being void of threat
As predators ignorant
Discover wisdom unconquerable
Sageness
Prepares its ungloved hands
To wave its alert
Ready to allow
Hidden time to luminesce
Discernment
Cautious to act
Knowing empirical reality
Must first pass through
Emotion's unreliability
Patiently pauses
White hot focus holds sway
Peripheral resistance wanes
Fractions
Equations
Formulae satiated
Acceptance invites convergence
Consciousness
Once in asylum
No longer struggling to be
Stands naked at last
Heart and mind fused
Light embodying darkness
Like the ever-forming oneness
Of sunrise comprising sunset
Birth ripening awaited death
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| Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather |
3/9/2013 |
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| i am lucky enough to have many relatives who have lived well into there nineties. I've seen old. And no one willing really wants to go there. The time is now. But, i have seen a glinmmer in Joy in the way they laugh and people and life , because they will tell you nothing really ever changes. |
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