The Oneing of Me

Nearby confusion harangued a soul,

Perhaps for 30 years, oscillating

And then, like a pleasant infection

Permeated from the walls to another place.

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The repair complete,

I found myself comprised of thoughts of others

And even love within,

So confused I could not tell where I started

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Or ended.

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The house in the woods had become the woods

And the woods disguised the house

So were complete …

As the artist intended

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Now the air and the water

Which nourishes life

For me and the plants

Have connected all in a silent, harmonic sound

A windchime of love, broadcasting its mystery.xxx

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Today the good air quality

Let’s us see each other

Feel each other

And though speech is unnecessary

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We glimpse the oneness in small locutions

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The Housecoat

The housecoat protects

and identifies

The work of the mammy

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Affirming an annunciation

To serve others

And God through them

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I dislike housecoats

Not for their purpose

Which alone is fair

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But for their disposition

As servants are of God alone

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All else being of man

Oversensitive

When the pain comes in from those who dislike you,

Or what you have done,

Or seems you had done;

The fork in the road rushes up.

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To vilify and engage in debate,

Shredding their argument,

And then their clothes;

Until they are left naked, and your work is done.

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Or listen and pray,

Perhaps then, we might hear what is behind the words,

The critiques, the noise,

And learn what is in their heart.

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Which may tell us what is in ours.