Like a phenix I am reborn at many beginnings
I choose to rise and fall of my own accord because my life is my own
Abhorring to be saint or sinner
I strive to fight evil and cherish good
Love one another else the soul dies
That should be the greatest commandment
Beloved let us mind how we cherish and choose what fears to so nourish
Fear is the other side of the coin
Left to chance it’s a coin flip against infinity
Left to our direction we tenderly mind our gardens and our world blooms
Tend not fears but choose from among them the thorns you must wear as atonement
Pound the witch drum by the bog that is home to me
Since childhood only two houses have been home for me
Love makes a family and a house a home besides
Beckon to the oncoming winter and fall rains
With gratitude for all the year has in store and has yet provided
Blessed be the grateful and the house where charity thrives
Blessed be the fruit of all thy laborers
Beloved are the generous
Their fruit is blessed for all humanity is benefited although they know least
Blessed are you who’s life is itself a blessing
There exist many perspectives in this life
It’s not sane to impose ours on others or expect it to be shared
We don’t all want the same things
We don’t all want happiness at the expense of joy
Joy at the expense of sorrow
Or family at the expense of fulfillment
Or the other way around
Perspective can be too much
Comparing everything to what you already know and understand can lead to nihilism
Due to patterns repeating
And people believing
They alone are right
Instead we should look to the value in ourselves and others
What we do and why it matters to us is more important to know than if it fits in with everyone else
When the rain falls
I want it to wash over me
Like a days baptism
On the blessed rain occasions
I miss the rain with my umbrella
For when I’m with others
Or seen by others
I would seem strange
And their judgment would seem best in their own eyes
Without craving I long for nature and the sweet touch of the elements
Give thanks for something
It will come back around to you
Gratitude tends to plant its own garden
Give thanks wholeheartedly and gratitude will infect your life
Laughter indeed is great medicine and nourishment for the soul
Blessed be the fruit of thy gardens
Begining is a fragile place
we have what we have learned
and begin anew
Something to devote lots of time
an investment of the heart
Beginnings can be any time not just in warm springtime
or desperate midwinter
I love you best of all who is about your changing
Not fighting or resigned to some notion of fate or bound to some notion of faith
But are mired sometimes in the serenity that is self possession
And not mired in other’s plans or pains or expectations
But your own person! Accountable to yourself and unashamed from within or without
I love you
I am you, or very close
You are a work in progress but you are your own work
Grieve only for the ignorant, the lost, the blinder wearer, the burden bearer
Not who you used to be
Not the past or future
Not your own beliefs about yourself
In fact you should grieve as much as you can for tears can release fears and fear guards tears
Old friend
Just someone who shared part of your story
That I cherish you as I do myself
Is subtext
You hold a mirror to me
For the crucible of your presence
Even in memory alone
An angle dare not attempt
Broken angles gather round the saintly feast for thee
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