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The Witness
a poem by Mark Valentine
Date: 6/18/2006 7:51:24 AM ( 18 y ) ... viewed 2364 times
...within or beyond?...
together the beloved and
lover...
the master and
disciple...
the teacher and the seeker....
between all
such masculine knowing
and feminine unknowing rests the witness....
the
witness is clear and
pure...
a mirror made of water....
sometimes cold and
still...
others warm and
limpid...
coldness brings stillness...
warmth brings
movement...
sometimes it
is opacity as snow...
others it is clarity as
rain...
snow is to rain as
predictability is to randomness...
love is to water
as form is to
emptiness...
all creatures (forms) arise out of
emptiness...
emptiness is
alway always higher lower falling into love arising
into love...
there is
nothing but love...
when love is seen in all
directions order arises
naturally because we stop trying to manipulate
things and start nurturing
them....
love is the mirror in which we see ourselves
as we truly are and
know ourselves as the children of fallen gods who
are here to redeem...
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