I am glad to have written this
poem of Petunias that are ladies’ names
and Israel inside,
of singing bowls
that are past their songs-- riding on... More.
3 weeks ago
I certainly shout I choose freedom
past the heavens
They touch it, swing by the birds, doing double takes, being spun around,
what was that?
June 22, 2015 | 10:01 am
It has been said,
once we know we are reflections of each other, once we recognize the whole in the awareness of "Love your neighbor as yourself." as One, as the face of God, the hand of God, the mouth of God, God,
Once that happens, things change, of course.
but can we be in splitered awareness, believing we are separate parts, and still care for each other?
The gift of this time is this question:
Can we love the Other?
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