I’M LOOKING OVER THE LIFE THAT LIVES ME

I’M LOOKING OVER THE LIFE THAT LIVES ME

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Drawn

To reflect

On the life

That has tricked me,

The life that has blessed me,

I am enticed,

Yes, drawn,

Like a moth into neon light,

To that wonderful

And popular love song

of my early childhood:

 

I’m Looking Over

A four-leafed clover

That I overlooked before.

One leaf is sunshine;

The second is rain;

Third is the roses

That grow in the lane;

No need explaining

The one remaining

Is somebody I adore.

I’m looking over

A four leafed clover

That I overlooked

Before.

 

I see now;

That somebody

“I overlooked before”

Has all too often

Been that

Altogether Me

I kept

hidden

From myself.

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ONE’S OWN VOICE

ONE’S OWN VOICE
 
To experience my own 
Voice
is 
no small mission.
 
To come from my own
Center
and experience the 
resonance
and 
congruency
of my Voice
and the Depth of the Spirit
as one
is 
no small mission.
 
To receive the 
natural evolvement
of language and thought
coming up from my
depths
as I open myself
into the Unknown
of the Moment
is 
no small mission.
 
To contain the
opposites of 
the this and the that,
and to
learn from
and embrace
life as it comes to me
without undue anxiety,
is 
no small mission.