LETTERS TO STRANGERS
...WORDS I HAVE POSTED PUBLICALLY IN VARIOUS PLACES IN RESPONSE TO OTHERS WORDS...
...a friend is a stranger waiting to be met...
Metaphors
THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE...
LETTERS TO STRANGERS
...WORDS I HAVE POSTED PUBLICALLY IN VARIOUS PLACES IN RESPONSE TO OTHERS WORDS...
...a friend is a stranger waiting to be met...
Metaphors
February 2, 1998
when all fear and doubts are cast aside
from the first breath's thought laid open wide
can truth so naked be denied
oh why for so long - have we tried?
to forget why... the baby cried...
so I ask...
in that place we seek, however we seek it
through religion or meditation or therapy or drugs
or walkabouts or food or love or sex or money or
power or cartoons or yo-yos or else...
in that place we seek, whatever we call it
security and peace beyond fear, beyond pain,
beyond doubt, beyond life, beyond death,
the start or the end of the journey,
the center
of the core
of the heart
of the mind
of the spirit
of the soul
of the bottom line universal irrefutable truth inside
in that place we seek...
who can truly say they do *not* want
to love and be loved?
we leave this place to seek to share it
and create an individual journey, a unique path...
each step different, each moment different,
each journey different...
yet is not the desire the same?...
enjoy it all (even the typos)
ric
can metaphors
open doors?
can metaphors
end the wars?
can metaphors
speak for the trees?
maybe we need
analogies
(or hark, the sound of similies)
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