darkness preys upon Light
sucking all the life from it
that is why Light must flood the darkness
bringing the fullness thereof
to bear upon it

and with this initiative

Light tames the Beast and darkness attains its Beauty

the id comes knocking on our door
blindly striving to gratify its instinctual impulses
while ego desperately co-ordinates
alters, attempts to control and repress
incorrigible impulses incompatible with reality

the id in a tempestuous borderline truce
held at-bay tenuously, moment-to-moment

at last, the id hands ego
its head-in-hand

primal instincts (the id) press forth
the ramparts strain
forces of the ego falter
stumble-upon and wear thin
finally dissolve
the individual rejoices in liberation

there were the usual lines
albeit with new faces
somehow new yet familiar...homeless
more were women and children...homeless
those by-passed by prosperity
faces not yet weathered and worn
still, too fresh, but...homeless

as we must reconcile ourselves to death
so must we commit to life
as a moment-to-moment proposition
it is imperative that we
sustain momentary awareness
for lapses in-between moments
is where death lurks gathering itself
repelled only by leaps of faith

CONGRATS

passion is of the moment
it fulfills itself quickly
being of the moment but not transcending...
if only, we could nail passion down
substantiate it
but passion is not so easily caught
rather, it is as elusive as the moment itself

passion like a butterfly
lighting on this then that
but captured not...

sittin at the bus stop, talking to myself
when i looked down the way
and saw a blind man playing air guitar
on his cane
which of us is more crazy...
sittin at the bus stop, talking to myself

nobody feels any pain
tonight as i stand inside the rain
everybody knows
that baby's got new clothes
but lately i see her ribbon and her bows
haven fallen from her curls
she takes just like a woman
she makes love just like a woman
and she aches just like a woman
but she breaks just like a little girl

dylan

SPREAD THE WEALTH

from each according to his ability
to each according to his need
Karl Marx

all that believed were together and held all things in common

and sold their possessions and goods, and parted them to all men
as every man had need...Neither said any of them that aught of the things
which he possessed was his own; but they had all things common

ACTS 2: 44-45

The day you were born
you changed my life
looking at you in your bassinet
i marveled in awe
truly, i believed you to be angelic
i stared at you incomprehensibly
i couldn't get my mind around "you"
standing an all nite vigil at your side
fearful that you might re-ascend

The day you were born
you changed my life forevermore
the feminine side of my soul
came to life with your first breath
i became aware of tender sensibilities
that i had left behind in childhood

Your birth was my rebirth
and tho you are a mite older now
the life you awakened then
has been my constant companion ever-since

profit pirates enslave us all

what costs are you willing to incur
to Purify
what expense to re-gain your Innocence

learn to live with your hunger
as we abstain from food
so do we nourish our Spirit

SACRED EARTH

once upon a time you dressed so fine
you threw the bums a dime in your prime
didn't you?

you used to laugh about everybody that was hangin out
now you don' talk so loud
now you don't seem so proud
about having to be scrounging your next meal

how does it feel?
how does it feel?
to be without a home like a complete unknown

like a rolling stone

dylan

when time reaches its end
it will have come around to the beginning
again
so, where did the Garden (Paradise) go
it receded into the unconscious
revealed, again, by expanding consciousness

heaven is measured (experienced) by our own depth of

consciousness

Aunt Sarah
"THE HANDMAID'S TALE"

"The mind of man is like a wall
that divides man from God"

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