the
face of death,
looked
into it and studied it.
not
so much the it of it
but,
more so, the transcendence coming through.
no
matter to me, the battle that was,
the
stubbornness in the face there of,
the
unconscious habits that persisted through,
the
blatant usage of self-image that persisted,
the
lack of self-love evident now from then,
the
persistence of false beliefs, so carried on,
the
staggering ego relevance that is still afloat,
yet
the irrational energetic evidences undeniables,
the
reaching out, still now, in auric overtones
and
the contradictions that finally came into smile.
in
spite of all of this, a transcendence,
a
spirit I come to face, has residence within.
between
the spirit and the consciousness,
however
minimal the self-dialogue
there
is glimmer and persuation present,
within
all of that as being’s life discourse,
I
am finding ears now to that as conversation.
many
did not bask but for some,
the
still-face of blossom.
grateful
for the sight,
is that
way within me.
their
livingness goes on
as
it passes through me
in
reverence and with shared stature,
instilled
here and now, face to face . . .
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