THE CLOWNING JOY
OF IT ALL
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“SUFFICIENT UNTO THE DAY….” **
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THE CLOWNING JOY OF IT ALL
Pocket Pearls
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Youthanasia Acres
2003
as the ancient deer in a woods
watching the armed hunter build his tree stand,
my soul is Camouflaged
by You, O Beloved Breather
that Breathes me.
what I Knew they told me
I did not Know....could not Know....
and if I did Know....
I was not to tell anyone.
Nothing much has changed.
from a Camouflaged distance..
Sourcing,
Tending the Fire of their Splendour
with the One who
Loved them into Breath’s Form.
in Solitude
or in the crowded marketplace...
much as
the hidden-from-human
bird or deer watching the hunter
build his killing stand
in the woods
named an earthly Beloved!
you have intensified Love
& what is not Love
in a most dangerous manner
leaving me for dead in your not-Love world.
But Hark!
The Almighty Breather
is all that I AM and am not
forevermore
as has always been
AFTERNOON...............
taking me beyond all word feedings
within or without....
O God!
I was doing just fine in you
but, not talking, they told me
I had to Know you their way.
Today they scream, chatter and explain in my head
that I must be Silent
in order to Be You.
That is how it already Was
in the beginning,
but without their noise.
must first diagnose
before it can kill.
Burned & Consumed by Breath alone
until the Breather Claims all shadows.
After the ash
fire alone...
it repeats & repeats...
Disappearing these feeble vault words.
Burning enough
so one who is Destined to See...will
& those who cannot See
will not.
This is
the Clowning Joy
of it All!
when there is no death!
How can the condition of baubo be a dis-ease
when she is nothing more or less than
The Loose Garment of the Beloved?
O
Blessed One
Holding this Quiet Knowing Heart
Disappeared
from
praise & blame
I Am
Rapturing beyond Rapture
i was stuck beyond measure,
destroyed by the opposite.
As long as I saw only the horror,
i was stuck beyond measure,
destroyed by the opposite.
There is no way thru this except
Now ay!!!!!
O One
that Exhaled me into form
Inhales me gently Home!
Taking all Silence that festers
leaving only the
Silence of
All that Is.
Sweet Silence
beyond these words
Inhale me forever Home!
Only
the Dancer
Danced me.
All is Well.
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Youthanasia Acres
near Dublin, Indiana
February 2003
I am the happiest man alive.
Henry Miller
quoted on below link...
http://liveyesand.com/freaky-beautiful/
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