Poetry of the Present Moment
ove rises like a fountain or cascades into us like light or flows over us like an ocean until we drown in its fatal embrace. Yes! We must give up everything we are not if we are to become what we are. We must pull the beautiful sword Excalibur from the cold hardness of the dark edge where the dark angel waits with love to be released from all it is not, wanting to be released, waiting eternally only that we turn with willingness and total surrender into the tunnel of its dark eyes and see the light shining there.
I love it when you express the Truth in poetry.
ReplyDeleteThe willingness to surrender...and the doing. The tunnel of the eyes of Love, not always dark sometimes blue green, may help. But ultimately letting go into the center blackness...completely...to see the Light.
ReplyDeleteLike your words, Dick, (saw Indira refer to you as Dick, so hope you don't mind if your classmates do too!)
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