Compassion is a natural extension of our understanding and wisdom.
With true wisdom we grow more compassionate for the people we meet.
And with compassion we ourselves grow wiser.
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PHYSICAL
I am so tired of the physical
I want to reach inside your skull
And kiss the soul that stares
back at me — and understands
Just hush and take my hand
I am the drug
that will contract —
the gulf between your animal and soul
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FALLS IN LOVE
My love affair so ineffable
surely description falls
as gently as the leaves
Like rich hot chocolate
you cover in color
the ground – a blanket of leaves
Soothing – so active a sound
of trembling acorns
that plunk across the roof —
Life, like the taste of apple
that covers cinnamom sticks…
My farm — this life has tilled
the spirit of a certain few
so touched am I — even thrilled
But no thing comes close
to the apparel of mother nature
on any day — in her autumn regal
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SECOND SPRING
IT was upon the burst of autumn
those explosions of colour
when your spirit and body
seeped into my empty soul
Autumn, the second spring for me now
my heart — a blooming flower
My soul before your grace embraced
a bare branch against the wind
N’ver believing this river again would flow
frozen before I met your lovely face
So delicious your autumn spring of spice
each bare leaf a swollen flower
I tremble in your presence as you sway
upon my rock this and every day
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CONFESSION (I)
THIS confession brings me
immense tingling pleasure
when words collide upon my skin
releasing all my tension
the greatest lover is such prose
finding it I am much disposed
where are you the woman who kisses words
she devours the lore of my heart
insane…insanity clearly shadows my self
asking for the one alone in life
who trembles within a thimble of keys
upon a screen – a fire above my knees
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THE LITTLE DEATH
IN our need to ration
preparedness for death
none prepares us more
than the little death
which we call orgasm
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DREAMING I AWOKE
LAST night I awoke
within my dream
nothing seemed wrong —
at least for me
I lived a full life
while visiting you see
and many years did past —
one day I fell to sleep
when I awoke again
I still remained
my wife of years
by my side hugging me
winter came so many
years henceforth
wrinkled and aching
my bones screamed
but my wife did not awake
so she remained
my last sleep
I clearly remember —
a dream so deep
that when I again awoke
I found myself alone
with youth and just a dream
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