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Monday, November 5, 2012

ruminations p. 2

At any given time
somewhere, someone
wishes they had your problems.

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The soil of Earth
is a woman's womb
dark, damp
nurturing undergrowth.

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Stars don't tire of shining
They just give off light
When they are most needed.

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I have seen the face
of my enemy
and it looks just like my own

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I saw a beggar
in the guise of a king
not a king of men and riches
but a king of his own desires

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I made ladders out of lovers
to the divine; they carried me up
away from what appears to be my self

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