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| My photo from The Lost Chamber : Florescent sea jelly floating serenely. |
Movement means closure, a thrust from where you are, that glide other plane, your bell-like head with wordless aperture emptying, emptying, the pleats of your innards, a shallow accordion. Your tendrils trail neon lit cities of cells —you, pellucid ferry, invisibly carried spun dome like the ghost of some merry-go-round. And we who don’t float with such unconscious ease think it terror to rise from our notions of land, rock, and ownership, can’t ride a bottomless plain, colored thrust in our sails, in the lax, placid matter that holds, not from falls (for you too fill your head so your gossamer motors move onward) but holds your shape firm. Even you, if you never once moved, if you didn’t take in the first place where you are, fold around that cold present then push out, with liquid momentum (like knowledge) from flushed, chambered cells, would ascend nowhere new. In the planktonic dark, a touch is the world, the devouring of touch motion’s guidance. Your emptied bell head tolls the thrust, the sole luminous effort—clear life thinking’s lost!
Like being the deep music
That tells him all is right
When he awakens frantic with
The terrors of the night.
Like being the great mountain
That rises in his heart
And shows him how he might get home
When all else falls apart.
Like giving him the love
That is his sea and air,
So diving deep or soaring high
He'll always find him there.
Christmas is a time for Love; a time for Joy and Peace;
A time to trim the Christmas Tree and a time to stuff the geese.
It's a time when we can come together, however far or near;
To shed a little hope into a world of sorrow and fear.
Yet Christmas could be all year 'round, if only we would try
To gently wipe an old man's brow or soothe a baby's cry.
If we could smile throughout the year as we do on Christmas Day;
Just think what happiness we'd shed along life's weary way.
To give a gift of Hope to one who otherwise has none;
To be a Friend to somebody whom everyone else has shun.
To be Forgiving of our faults, and of our sisters and our brothers;
To Live in Peace and Harmony with ourselves and with each other.
Ah, don't you see that Christmas is more than opening up the gifts;
It's more than singing Christmas Carols and rolling in big snow drifts.
It's a feeling that can stay with you throughout each day, all year;
And all it takes is a loving heart.....and a sensitive little tear....
In todays day and time,
it's easy to lose sight,
of the true meaning of Christmas
and one special night.
When we go shopping,
We say "How much will it cost?"
Then the true meaning of Christmas,
Somehow becomes lost.
Amidst the tinsel, glitter
And ribbons of gold,
We forget about the child,
born on a night so cold.
The children look for Santa
In his big, red sleigh
Never thinking of the baby
Whose bed was made of hay.
In reality when we look into the night sky,
We don't see a sleigh
But a star, burning bright and high.
A faithful reminder,
Of that night so long ago,
And of the child we call Jesus,
Whose love, the world would know.
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