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"With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow@With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about
today until tomorrow
"

lyric, Mr Tambourine Man,
Bob Dylan
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Rebel troubadour, always resrless, asking the obvious,
with answers readily apparent,
yet no one knows them out loud

Here we are,
two old Jews,
crossing paths at our shared six point star,
we aware, we know, that the
questions will likely be there tomorrow,'for they
have always there come the morn,

so we do not raise our voices anymore,
indeed,
the questions grow up best when asked softly softly,
and the answers,
blowing in the wind,
are clearest, sharpest obvious when
whispered,

So,
~forget about today till tomorrow,
until tomorrow comes no more~

And is this an only love poem?
To be sure,
Be sure.

For only love is the bridge between yesterday,
Today, and Tomorrow,
No matter what!
The Gunners' cry,
Where right and glory lead.
Spirits soar high,
Legacies live on
Unbroken by destiny.

Through shot and shell,
Through peace and war,
Until duty is finally done.
Rest easy and keep watch
From the heavens above.

Ubique always,
In faith and brotherhood.

©️Lizzie Bevis
My Father passed away on Wednesday, 2nd July after a long illness.
He was a Gunner with the 40th Field Royal Artillery from the age of 17 until 27. I have heard some wonderful stories as past army pals reminisce about my father. I am so very very proud of him.
I will miss him so much.
I’m sorry I grew up.
Sorry the world changed me.
Sorry I can’t be the sun anymore,
but now I know what exists beyond like the darkness; not just light.
I still want you to love me.
But you only do when I give you a stupid hug
I can’t be the same as someone I don’t know,
I can’t just change.
And pretend the pain doesn’t remake me.
I don’t know why you expect me to just lie.
So I’m sorry I grew.
I know you hate me now, I do to.
But we can’t go back.
The past has changed me; I grew.
Thousands of eyes,
looking at my sleeping body.
After my false awakening,
I saw them,
still trapped in the dream.
They were recording
my every painful breath.

Eyes without eyelids,
dense, dark air.
I became an unexpected glitch
in the imposed system.
They just didn’t know
what to do with me.

The spiders around my bed
were watching over
the meaning of my existence.

I had only a deep need
to find a place
for all elements
of the broken vessel,
the black pupils,
the witnesses
to my faltering walk.

I am not yet a butterfly.
I am the caterpillar
in a long ego tunnel.

Thomas was right.

To heal,
I must keep going
and going
until all becomes
one seamless whole,
ready to transform
into a flying being,
free from the chain of wounds,
sacrificed
on the altar
of broken Ego.
Thomas Metzinger
Thomas Merton
Summer is here
Fresh warm humid air
Can hear the sounds
             Of fans
Summer day
        Came again
 Jul 6 Bekah Halle
hannah
sometimes
the shadows in the corner of my room
kinda look like you
i feel stupid doing a double take
a person cannot become a shadow
but bees pollinate flowers and
mother birds feed their young
and
you used to hold my hand

a person cannot become a shadow
i do a double take anyway
 Jul 6 Bekah Halle
Karen
At dusk a half moon
In solitude she is whole
Sweet the path ahead
Modern heiku
Mirror mirror
On the wall
Will they love me
After all?

Mirror mirror
On the wall
Will I ever love me
Once and for all.
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