IT’S SO GOOD TO KNOW YOU ARE: An Ode to a Person’s Best Friend

IT’S SO GOOD TO KNOW YOU ARE:

An Ode to a Person’s Best Friend

Just being you,

Close by,

Or far away,

Accessible,

Available,

Opening your heart,

Listening deeply as I

Sing

My song,

The only song

I know how

To sing.

It’s the knowing

That counts—

Knowing we

Have integrity,

Conferred from a

solidarity of

Spirit and energy—

Knowing how

To remain present

In our togetherness

And

In our

Respective

Separateness.

The mutual trust

That we preserve

And partake

Through thick and thin,

The quality and continuity

Of our comings and goings,

The solid friendship

And

Depth of reliable

Self-disclosures—

Ah, the elixir

Drawn from

 a thousand trials

And ten thousand

restorations!

Ours is a wealth

That money can never buy;

What we experience

In our bond

May outlive gravity

And death.

There is something

Eternal in the quality

Of what

Happens

In a particular moment,

In our union.

It’s so good

To know you are

There,

and

Here,

Being true to yourself,

To your own destiny,

Being yourself with me—

My soul friend

And companion

On the Way.

 

Wauconda

March 11, 2014

Hal Edwards

OUR RETURN TO CIVILITY

OUR RETURN TO CIVILITY

Where art thou,

Mutual trust

And

Mutual benefit?

Our belied

Goodness,

forming

Legacies

of

Blame and

Fear,

Leave us

Bereft

Of

Soul

And

Substance.

Orphaned

Into neurotic

Repetitions

Of fragmented

Moments

Dripping with

Tension

And

Anxiety,

Our hope

Potential,

And presence,

Defaulted into

Powerlessness

and muted

Wasteland,

We have forsaken

Our omnipresent

Awareness;

We have neglected

To confront our

Narcissistic

Shadowlands.

We march headlong

Into a collective

Ocean of

Blind

Illusions.

This need not

Be our destiny!

We can mend.

The embers of

Soul and Spirit

Cannot be denied.

It is our time

To awaken

And turn about.

Now is our hour

Of recognition.

Our swords of

Pointless projection

Scream for

Their return

Into sturdy

Ploughshares.

The choice is ours—

Our healing

And Nature’s Way

Or

Our demise.

-Hal Edwards

Wauconda

January 30, 2014