Love

I have fallen in love so many times I cannot count them I have written so many poems, so many odes, so many declarations of the love I feel I cannot remember. I do not want to remember or count the words or the gifts I have been given any more than I could count the beatings of my heart through all this life. Who has the time? Who would stop the sight of all those stars and close their eyes to blind themselves and contemplate in darkness? Let me love. Give me more. If Christ could do it so can I. If God wanted us sexless, loveless, incognito from ourselves and others, He would have made us rocks and we all know how much fun that would be.. Don’t be that way. Pick it up, that otherwise inanimate stuff of which we all are made and to which we […]

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Authenticity

It isn’t for everyone. Some people spend lots of money and it isn’t for sale. In fact, you get it when you can’t afford it and walk away. That starts the process, the long, slow grind of authenticity. When you come back with the money and you still can’t afford it because the price has gone up, that’s more authenticity. When they won’t sell it to you because they don’t like the way you look or smell that’s authenticity, but they’ll never say, because they’re too smart and they assume you’re too dumb to know the difference. They don’t want you to be authentic. They want you to go away. But if you persist, if you don’t give up, if you try with all your might you can beat them and remain authentic, now that you’ve gone to all the trouble of telling them to go to hell authentically. ♥

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Thorns and Birds

Birds, little birds frolic, fight and flutter through the deadly snarl of branches of a rose bush in my yard. It’s a metaphor. Life is full of blooms and thorns and why not play amid the complexities of life? I built the birds a house for their enjoyment. They do not care. They do not use it much. More fun to jazz among the deadly thorns and roses. ♥

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