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Singleness as Sabbath

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Singleness is a sabbath

A resting of the soul

A quietness inside

That makes the peaces whole

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Singleness is bird

Who has no tethered feet

Only open air

And drafty heights to meet

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Singleness is a time

To love oneself more wholly

To calm the stalking impulse

And breathe your breath more slowly

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Singleness is a knowing

Of who you really are

Understanding how think

Where no one steps up to spar

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Singleness is loving

Yourself in your entirety

Because it’s not selfish to be selfish

To treat yourself more gently

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Singleness is a home

That flows to your own vibe

With rooms that echo your loves

Where things posses the value you ascribe

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Singleness is a joy

To come and go at will

To wander on a whim

Or to sit on the couch and chill

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Singleness is a passion

For your own unabridged heart

To keep its mosaic pieces together

As the original work of art

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Singleness is an option

We don’t have to squander

The half of our wholeness

For the stuff that hormones ponder

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Singleness is sovereign

And dancing all alone

Makes you your own queen

Ruling your own throne

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Singleness is a hope

An extravagant vested interest

That you are always improving

With your ardent vintage

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How To Get Rid of Your Dragon

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There is a fire burning

And slowly rolling up the mountain

Flowing from the measured breath

Of a raging iron dragon

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Its rolling in a current

Of oily thickened smoke

Its blotting out the sun

With asphyxiating smoke

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The dragon’s name is Fear

He feasts on children’s dreams

He swallows hope with fervor

He’s bursting at the seams

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Fattened on our thoughts

And consumed creativity

He ingests our humble freedom

To play in liberty

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There is a storm arising

On the morning’s wings

It will flush your stuff away

But it will also make you clean

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It’s pouring as a deluge

A mighty wild torrent

It washes away the dragon

In its overwhelming current

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Now the dragon’s gone

But so are all your plans

Of what you were gonna do

And the schedule you demand

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But now comes the whirlwind

It dries up all the water

That soaked into all your hardwood

But you’re not sure you’re any better

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Because the whirlwind

Blew your roof away

And lots of other things
You thought were gonna stay

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But these tiny little bean sprouts

Are poking from the earth

And these burnt up pine cones

Are flexing out their worth

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Bitty baby buds

Are busting out their branches

And chipper bouncing birdies

Are busting out their dances

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So you may not have a house

And you may not have a car

But at least there is no dragon

Spewing filthy tar

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You may not have a job

And you’ll never get a loan

But you do have the ability

To wander and to roam

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You may not have a roof

And you may wonder why

But at least you can see

The wild starry sky

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So let it come

And so let it be

Let love roll on and on

In.fi.nite.ly

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For in fire, wind, and water

All the masks are melting
Revealing the unvarnished truth

Of the way that we’re dwelling

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For everything is permissible

But not always beneficial

And it is not even sacrifice

To lose your artificial

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For men of blood will not

Live out even half their days

What God decides will be done

And light shine on our ways

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But the child with no home

Is Heaven’s adopted child

They always grow up to be

Free and strong and wild

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So really it is better

To walk in the ancient ways

And live life in its moments

As they roll on throughout the day

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A Christmas Spring

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Under the silence

Of winter snow

Spring feels she has

Nothing to show

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For all the efforts

Of her rain

She feels she

Has no lasting name

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But the quiet

Won’t last long

With the rising

Christmas song

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Silent stars

In silent night

Make no response

To prayer tonight

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Somewhere above

Lie streets of gold

But underneath

Is gnashing cold

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And in the flurry

All hope of spring

Invisibly riding

Heaven’s wing

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With silly little

Ten tiny toes

Wrapped in dirty

Swaddling clothes

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In Him is no

Darkness at all

A light to keep us

From the fall

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His glory is

So far away

If you fathomed

Your mind would fray

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But here spring

Is birthing in the snow

And hope is rising

In the alpenglow

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For Real

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I’m sitting still

On the windward side

Of this somber jettie

Watching the rising tide

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I am immersed

Absently preoccupied

On forcing my thoughts

To be more simplified

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I think it’s important

To cadently specify

The deductions

I’ve identified

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Lovers don’t water

The desert inside

Nor all the organic foods

I have tried.

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Entertainment won’t call

To life what has died

Even exercise won’t deliver

From death’s bedside

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All my ensembles

Have gone wayside

And costume jewelry

Has oxidized

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All I have ever wanted

Has left me unsatisfied

All these commercials

They have lied

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But if your ears hear

I will confide

That gratitude does not

Have a downside

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Unless you’re a consumer

Who never provides

Anything in addition

To what’s been described

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Shyness is a form of pride

Bushling your light

Is arrogance

Simply classified

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So fly across

That great divide

And shine yourself

As bona fide

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Because life is a vapor

But art can solidify

And dead men can

Come alive

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For our lonely hearts

Are all beatified

That place where God’s

Light and love collide

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Matthew 5:45

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Rain falls on

The just and the unjust

On thieves and moths

And rust

On folded hands

And broken lands

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Rain falls on

Overflowing cups

And the dusty dryness

In the rut

In peaceful shade

And blood soaked blade

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Rain falls on

Land of milk and honey

On people who love and lack

The money

On abundant wealth

And empty shelf

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Rain falls on

Over billowing ocean

And the dry desert dunes

Sandy motion

On swamp sunflower

And cactus flower

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Rain falls on

Supplying what we need

In our contentment and in

Our greed

On a feral forest child

Veiled in civility for a while

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Rain falls on

The just and unjust

On fertile field

And drought dust

On the raging nations

And the garden’s quiet patience

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