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Luna's Silent Sweep
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Nov 3, 2009 5:03 pm
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The moon is full and filling up the skies
a silver sheen that's shorting out the stars
a spectacle that's dazzling to the eyes
held captive now the witnesses that are.
There's little match for Luna's silent sweep
no crystal ball that's ever held such gaze
a beauty borne enough to make you weep
the perfect pitch for peacefulness and praise.
The dreamers dream let oceans rise and fall
a pull so strong that tidal waves appear
the Universe that blesses one and all
whence in a word attributed the sphere.
Romanced the stone that fills those skies above
whilst poets' pens are now attuned to love.
-Richard-
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Love is like that...
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Nov 3, 2009 2:11 am
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Last night, a friend lost her mother. Her mother
was deaf and had written on a slate that she loved
her. My friend is a world-class poet and wrote
and posted a poem, even in her trying hour. The
following is what I wrote and posted as a comment:
Love is like that...
When my daughter was small, I'd say, "So, how much do you love me?" And she'd reply, "I love you a hundred, daddy," in her mind a hundred meaning a whole lot.
Mothers are like that, too: they love a hundred, maybe a million, and the energies emanating from that love stir us to the bone, and we learn to love like that. We, too, love a hundred, and one of love's greatest components is the enduring strength it proffers upon us.
If we measure things in the flesh, of course, we miss the point: love, in reality, is endless. And when we allow for the endlessness, when we slip into it, knowingly and submissively, we are forever with the one who now resides there.
The slate upon which love is now written spans the vastness of forever, and while it may take special eyes to see it, to see it is to live it, and to live it is to access Eternity and to continue walking the communal course.
It is not about tears of sorrow, but of joy. It is not about an aching heart, but a heart bursting with gratitude and knowing. It is not about a wounded soul, for a soul has no wounds. It is, now, and always, about the profundity of Love. And Love is the Continuum. It has no equal but it imparts on us the Equal Opportunity.
Love, Richard
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