A Simpler Man

In the midst of all this confusion
there is in me a small hope that
its resolution will leave me
a simpler man than I
have ever been.
But it is yet
hard to believe
it could be so.

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Do Steals Time

Do
steals
time
from
be
and
life
is
not
so
good.

Be
calms
do
and
leaves
him
fulfilled.

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Peace Came Home

Peace came home today.
Life is horrible without him.
Should he go away again,
I hope he will not stay gone so long.

 

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Note:  This was written during an extended time of depression, during which I struggled often to find peace.  It would be quite some time before I found a truly serviceable peace, and that didn’t come until I was able to identify and rectify some foundational paradigms that were out of place.

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Just So

I love language.

I love words just so
because, I think,
there is such a thing as
just so.

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Now Matter How

I love you–
No matter
How I feel.

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Truth is a One-Liner

Truth is a one-liner.

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Note:  This axiom has stayed with me ever since I first hypothesized it, and has proved itself over and over.  Whenever someone’s explanation of something is complicated, there’s a really good chance that their explanation is not the truth!

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To Love You

To love you
is
To love me

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Note:  I don’t remember who I wrote this for or about, but it was almost certainly open the occasion of observing that it does me good to love.

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For My Soul to Sit Here

I had to make myself sit here today–
And now–oddly enough–
I have to make myself leave.

This was good for me–
I learned some things.

I am proud of me.

It is good for my soul
to sit here
Like it is good for my body
to sleep.

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NOTE:  This was about studying the Bible on a day when I did not feel so inclined.  I now feel about the same with on any of a number of topics:  history, religion, politics, etc.  Learning at that particular time was  a struggle, for it often meant moving against the tide of the unhealthy church of which I was a member.  Having since been freed from such encumbrances, however, I learn something new (and useful) nearly every day.

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It Is Good To Be Weak

It is good to be weak.

I am built with a piece missing.
Whether I shall ever find it I do not know,
But were I build whole,
I would never have gone
Searching for the rest of me.

And, having never searched,
I would never have stumbled across you.

But you knew that, didn’t you?

It is good to be weak.

 

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NOTE:  I now flatly reject this piece as a misunderstanding of my own nature.  I had most certainly not been “built with a piece missing”.  Rather, it was simply the elements of life that I had built for myself on faulty foundations that seemed to me like missing pieces.  I do not go about yearning now as then, and I believe it is because I have finally seated this paradigm in its rightful place:  The truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, wherever it may lead.  And like it:  Vet everything before believing it.  These have made all the difference in my emotional life.

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The Very Nature of Progress

It seems the very nature of
Progress in my life
Is in the undoing of a
Great number of my
Previous accomplishments!

 

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Note:  This is still generally true of my life, although I’ve made good progress so far.  At this point, I’m no longer surprised to learn I had been wrong about something!

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