Men and The Goddess

Hello, Friends! I’ve missed being here with you. I’m back for a bit, who knows how long. Today’s poem touches on this.

Yesterday was my Dad’s birthday; he would have been 103. And I visited a dear friend who is in a rehab center and in hospice care. He seems to be slowly slipping away not unlike how my Dad left the earth plane. I wrote in my journal when I returned from that visit and this poem kind of fell out as I reviewed the day and thoughts and lives I touched. Don’t worry, it’s not melancholy. See if you can slip into a sweet place with this:

Long Life

The comings and goings,
The rises and falls
Are endless–
Part of the pattern of the flow
Of consciousness.

And the flow is just now,
And only now.
Just this: the slow,
Long vibration
of All and Nothing.

Just this: It is an
Infinitely long and
Infinitely short vibration
Of Empty Allness.

It is so slow it seems
To be fully at rest.
It is so fast it seems
To disappear into that
Emptiness from which it
Arises now.

It is the quick “hello”
And the long “goodbye”
All wrapped in the
Blessed bliss of
This.

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