Loss I and Loss II

Loss 2
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LOSS I

In July 2017 I had a glimpse of what it is

to love the Divine above all else.

Seems to be the by-product of letting go voluntarily —

then having even more ripped from you.

There comes a point when you have nothing remaining

except a shred of Hope.

That is enough.

 

love B 2
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LOSS II

 

I know a man who lost his lifetime of work and wages

to the greed of one person and a system without a whisper of humanity.

Because of this,

within three years he lost his health.

Because of this,

he lost his balance, body strength, energy, vitality

and clear cognitive skills.

(His wife tells him, he has not lost his looks.)

Because of this,

he gradually became unusable to ones who looked upon him

as an object to be used.

Because of this,

near and extended family and friends

fell away one by one.

He is rarely paid much attention.

What he does not lose

is his serene detachment from his chattering ego —

his Zen-like one liner philosophy and

faith in the Joy of living.

Because of this,

he does not lose me —

his first love and second wife.

in conclusion
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Winds

woman and taz
online art

I am in the grasp of the Divine Taz,

This has been transpiring relentlessly for many months.

Sometimes the whirlwind is more than I think I can bear.

So I hold on for all I am worth —

which seems to be quite a lot —

and gasp at the swirling, breath-giving scape

from above, below, within.

I have sometimes felt unsafe, but not one scratch.

Many helpers whirl with me.

What better passion than to reel

tumult, reel

in the company and design of Holy Taz.

 

 

 

 

 

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Life-challenging July 2017

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“Wherever you find yourself,

right there is a door to your innermost Being.

But usually there is a crowd around this door.

They have set up a fish market at the gate of Heaven.

‘We have nice fish for you, the best you’ll taste. . . ‘

and instead of going through,

you’re smelling the fish,

and you are smelling of fish!

 

When the moment of truth comes,

the mind is making excuses.

One day you will have to give up your stories and admit,

‘I have no accomplice, all this play is Me alone.’

 

~Mooji