If there is a heaven
where souls reside after death
within or far from their bodies
it can only be poetry
the meeting place
of living souls and old souls
whose pains exist no longer
here and now, only
as an image of fate
as an understanding angel
of the love
to live, to try
... the golden mean
... of following and leading
to feed the senses
... with the miracle
... of mother earth
embraced
by the heaven of poetry
Poetry is in everything And in everything poetry Such is the beauty and love We'll find in friend or enemy
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Aloha Zywa Zywa... Cheers and MERRY CHRiSTMAS! A grand slam! Phi Slama Jama? And loads of Om! Bhutan and TinTin... Been there and done all that... What is in the roots? Taro? makes Poi? Sweet Starches... good for children to eat... in chips? Mother the earth everyone cause The God Particle has arrived... All of the best from this life, to you, and all of your relations... Michaelw1two