9/18/08
Truth may not seem as news
At all, that new
Could feel, perhaps, matter-of-fact to you
For the simple Fact that what is True
Is You
Yet this beats the same, humdrum, repetition of fear
That's been accepted and beaten like a drum, into year after year after year
In the form of pain and grievances and tears, held so near and dear
So, if we're repeating anything here
Why not Us go over and over the never leaving, Love of Our Now and Here?
Copyright (c) Divine Love c/o Michael Mayer 2008
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