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spiritual  generosity





the tiny child

Looks your demons in the eye

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Will he survive ?

( I guess you know )

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 May 2015 beautyshesmear
Matt
Dictating articles
On my Iphone

At the nature park

As I leave
A man walks by with a beautiful woman

Mysterious these women are
And beautiful
Her black hair shimmers
She had a beautiful smile

Don't look
Don't look at beautiful things
For she will be there for a few seconds
And then gone

On a hike with another man
A man who is not me
Well that's how it always is

My clothes are plain
My left shoulder is a bit akward

I think of how beautiful she was

Smiling women
I have to remind myself to be carfeul
I must protect myself from them

My therapist smiled wonderfully
Then she left me

Do not wish for a female companion
Be content to have nature

I continue down the street
A hybrid sits charging

A man in his garage
Listens to "Get the cool, get the cool shoe shine"

This is a small town
Quiant mountain town
Of Sierra Madre

Founded in 1882
By Mr. Carter
Carter is the name of the street
Where the nature park is

Home of the Pinney House
I passed by there earlier when I went to the mailbox
Built in 1887 as one of the original railroad hotels

I begin recording the birds
There many sounds

They seem more clear than before

A parrot sits on top of the tree
His, the loudest call of all
Yes, this is the time of year they migrate

Two people emerge a few hundred yards away
Entering Sierra Madre
We eventually converge

I am heading west
They are heading east

In the far distance two walkers
Walk parallel to each other
Heading south

A man and a woman
Walk their dogs
They decide not to go any further
But to turn back

These are the 10,000 things
Who come from the same source

This is the Tao
 May 2015 beautyshesmear
Eris
Are you blind?
Can you not see?
That I am being hurt by thee

Are you deaf?
Can you not hear?
The screams that yell "my dear"

Are you mute?
Can you not speak?
Because all I see are walls of brick

Are you numb?
Can you not feel?                          
My love for you is real*

                                                          ­                              To you I long to show
                                                            ­         Your words that bleed and blow
                                                            ­                   I long to make you listen    
                                                      ­          To keep me in your arms of heaven
                                                          ­                             To you I wish to speak
                                                           ­         Of words of mine, not to be bleak
                                                           ­                           I long to make you feel
                                                            ­                            Love with all its thrill
                                                          ­                         Maybe then we'd be free
                                                            ­                   From our hearts' animosity
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