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Together to the Light

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Let us follow their lead, through present shadow, into future Light.
Beyond politics, beyond religion, beyond differences, 
Whether in prayer, in vibes, in wishes, in hopes,
We all want better
We all want peace and security
For ourselves, for those we love, for everyone,
So let’s go together into the Light.






					

		
		
	




			
				


	



			
				


	



			
				


	

		

					
Concerto In Three Movements

								

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I.	Inside
I read a poem and
Discover a new world
Soon replaced by newer worlds
Of me
Washing clothes
Writing words
Cuddling with Woody
I recreate myself moment by moment
Sometimes – often? – I
Fail to notice the new world
As it replaces the old

II.	Outside
Seasons change but
That is too grand a scale
To concern me here
Even the change of days is
A cosmos
I am concerned with 
The new worlds created
By the unique shape of a new word on a page
The delicate balance of a new bird on the feeder
The droning rhythm of the oscillating fan
Sometimes – often? – I
Fail to notice the new world
As it replaces the old

III.	Sideways
What then holds these changing worlds together?
What holds the old within the new?
The inside within the outside?
Not I, said the ego
Not I, said the cosmos
I AM WHO AM
Whispered, reverberating
Eternally 

					

		
		
	




			
				


	



			
				


	

		

					
Lightness

								

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My spirit soars.
Mom and dad are both gone now.
And so all the uncertainty, anguish, disappointments and difficulties are gone.
All that remains is an incredible lightness of spirit.
Light not dark
Light not heavy
Floating brilliance
that is love
Unblemished















					

		
		
	




			
				


	

		

					
Ruach

								

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My spirit soars.
Mom and dad are both gone now.
And so all the uncertainty, anguish, disappointments and difficulties are gone.
All the remains is an incredible lightness of spirit.
Light not dark
Light not heavy
Floating brilliance
that is love

					

		
		
	




			
				


	

		

					
The yin and yang of this death

								

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Mom died last night. So much sadness. She was over 100 years old and had quickly been lost to us over the last few months, drowned by vascular dementia. So much relief. My sisters and I have lost our mother. So much sadness. The youngest of us is 70 years old. So many wry smiles. Mom loved family and was our matriarch. So much sadness. All of Mom’s brothers and most of her cousins have been long dead. So much comfort. Mom’s body is now gone. So much sadness. But Mom’s strong faith means her spirit has soared right into her God’s always trusted arms. So much relief. Mom was a pioneering woman who was our inspiration. So much sadness. Mom was often difficult and demanding. So much relief. And so it goes. The yin and yang of this death. Curled tightly together in a sphere of love.

					

		
		
	




			
				


	

		

					
A Butterfly Effect

								

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I just realized
I may be too old to march far
I may be too comfortable
too privileged
too sheltered 
(to use a pre-privileged expression)

But if I do what I can
Speak when I can
Share what I have

Then I am a cell
on the wing
of that butterfly
whose small wing flap
triggered a hurricane