Late arriving, or discovered, email indicates the the Sphinx arisen, ascendant and on fire with life. I knew, but had profound doubts; after all we've shared, her tears were not amongst them before, mine, easily, were.
I started this with “The Phoenix,” my totem since in reality it, my soul, hovers in a watchful pattern never far from her. And in greeting as well as parting it as though for the first and last time: precious. Prescient. Overtly casual but, well, at least for me, profound. Romance of the adolescent type become ancient friends from a time before time was and thought. We seemingly of the dark starry night our vault of heaven enduring.
Together and singly I met them, a couple several times in differing context. Once and each so memorable I dare now to compare them to we who will endure and prevail over death. The Bigelows--ah! there was also Leatrice Joy Gilbert-Fountain--how can one in one lifetime be so fortunate? And M too!
'Laus Deo', its location, or the architects but no one who reads this will be able to forget its meaning, or these words: 'Unless the Lord builds the house its builders labor in vain. Unless the Lord watches over the city, the watchmen stand guard in vain.' (Psalm 127: 1) . . . . “house” being the prime metaphor for Self.
. . . I retain a sense Bert’s wife sailed with him; she appeared, a nurse, mysteriously while I emerged from anesthesia resulting from self neglect and pain beyond staying conscious. In 1958, Bert sailed his small ketch, the Golden Rule, into an American nuclear testing area in the Marshall Islands in an act of protest. Bert took seriously the obligation of being a global citizen long before the phrase “global citizen” was coined.
Count your blessings while you may and for all others become one in and of yourself. We the world and family of all life and love need you that tomorrow may come.
To myself I am cynic, skeptic, argumentative and sophist . . . sometimes ecstatic:
"When the pupil is ready to learn, a teacher will appear." - Zen Koan
. . . the face and personality will astonish you since there is no one specific nameable. Tho to be sincere I believe God is there always.
At that I rejoice receiving another broadside from M including the many marzipan Jesus sentiments. God Bless God for God. . . .all good ever lasting.
. . . the screw tightens and time seems less available--usual for this season descending into the longest night--yet for me perhaps the last longest and next longest day? Who cares; not me. But for you I would wish you to become needful for the world; we all are. Compassion is rare. Rarer still is compassion for one’s self.
121117 23:04 a needful world
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