Wounded in life, I seek to staunch the wounds of others . . . . --xoj

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God's tapestry, all creation, my greatest value an attempt to live/love for: in gratitude, mercy, forgiveness, regardless of Age, Race, Creed, Gender, Gender Proclivities, or Generosity . . . seeking to make redemtion salvation & resurrection potential in all unique, precious, individual lives, human, plant, animal, world. . . .through words & images - Jack Spratt ... KISS

Monday, May 13, 2013

cycling between


cycling from rest to awareness within the crucible alchemical is compressed in duration and filled with many things: sparking words aflame metaphors and similes hilarious. A switch instantaneous thrown from horizontal to vertical vibrant with joy.

And of she I adore wondering will she find me well or ill company for now or longer? This reality? She inspires in me — a muse — a freedom previously unimaginable, a future where there seemed only awaiting the undertaker near or distant solitary. There are alarms where I live currently sounding in the night to which if long I hurry wrapped in whatever. I know the drill carried out on stretcher or within a black zippered bag bent-in-half the exit door.

Otherwise playing solitaire as dealt moment by moment knowing the point is not to win but play life as far as it goes and beyond. Bell Ringer or not.

Through frissons is this calm peace deeply growing glowing within whatever these moments of joy more than all moments before. Only The Audition will prove to go forward or reverse. Her final verdict these precious days yet as always the interlocutor is present my greatest audience who awakens me in joyful anticipation this I do now. Who seems to nod the distant leaf in favor of what will come. No cyclone of love just a gentle gyre the whisper seen in a dragonfly or hummingbird and ant or spider scurrying and then and now will always be the river of words gurgling within wanting out. Sometimes a flood others a tear more often gentle runnels/rills. Going on and on no longer terrified of distemper, dysfunction, short or long, dementia and then Alzheimer's lingering.

What drug is this peace? No aynodine palative but real moving forward wind in my face grinning beatifically. Leaning headlong knowing the ending is not near but a place for us together or apart life itself blessed either way. These extraodinary moments expanding as rain dropping on a still pond wrippling outwards concentric perfect.

Peace I say is within all of us.
Within inherent possible real.
Strumming wanting song

130513 22:19 MDT cycling between
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