Sadnesses occasionally bests me turning to my garden of quotes surrounding the still pond of my mindfulness finding joy from the wisdom of others across centuries before me . . . incredible but true 'civilization' is but a gossamer veneer recording the past five to seven thousand years man's migrant occupation this planet for millions of years.
Binge reading was once my sanctuary and refuge from the annoyance of mother first then wife and solace in isolation my natural state. "Too stupid to live" I, of course, assumed my role mother given & such sadness as now my lover chasticed me for cat & mouse with the woman who trashed me publicly at hospice.
Occasionally I leap from my cave and savage those who beset me with their cupidity & stupidity; Psychotic in their absence of empathy not ever the lover of me yet I continue to pray for the one who savagely deleted me from my vocation at hospice + mother, wife, sister all victims of their silence. Could be that it was God's intention spoken through their rage filled silences punctuated by beatings and abandonment in times of need? Face-to-face eventually i'll ask dare I add 'why?'
Thru myth, mayhem, omen and portent the runes and ruins of my wounded heart are healed by she i call lover too soon separated by death we will never divorce though no legal agreement extant recalling one of many intimations of our parting looking upward toward the sky beseeching succor seeing two toy balloons white against the heavens floating up tethered by one string looped between them and rested in that vision not dream.
Unlike the world's richest man i am no thief giving away my intellectual property inspired as i am by God guided to read Aristotle:
“A tyrant must put on the appearance of uncommon devotion to religion. Subjects are less apprehensive of illegal treatment from a ruler whom they consider god-fearing and pious. On the other hand, they do less easily move against him, believing that he has the gods on his side.”
. . . of such witness I may bear the heavens declare all is well
120919 2035 joyous/sadnesses
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