On the Lips of Reality

The union
of the eternal recurrence
of the same
and reincarnation
is that we choose
the lives we live,
to live over and over
endlessly
in a variety
of metaphors
as we dance our song
of divesting ourselves
of our dogmas,
until at last,
with Rumi,
the ecstatic love
of soul
unites itself
with the previously
unintregrated,
and we become
wholly ourselves,
one
with all,
and lovers again,
once more,
as always,
and in each life time
making time
with the undulations
of our inner clock,
a work of being,
the shedding
of all defenses,
nakedly aware
of being
in the present moment,
breathing,
and exhaling
pure poetry.

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