2011-08-09

Posted at 17:05 UT by Tamara

Oatmeal man
arrives at his destination by car,
with another who silently waits.

"There's lots of bread!" he exclaims from behind me.

"There's always lots of bread!" I return.

"That's not so." He counters, never shy about contrariness, another trait that gives away.

"I don't know what some of this is, but it must be edible." I comment on the sacks of dried stuff that litters the tables.

"Are there any more red onions?" he inquires.

"No, just the skins."

"Have some oatmeal!" I say, passing over a box.

"So you know I like oatmeal." He states.

A whisper of memory crosses my mind, of those whose psychic selves predominate.

"Well, I've got my box of goodies." I say as I turn to leave, not yet having caught an image of who this man is.

At the car, I pull out a bunch of celery and wave " Do you need some celery?"

"No". " I enjoyed our meeting and words."

No stranger, We pass seconds, and moments shared.

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Posted at 16:57 UT by Tamara

Do You Know What Love Is?

I have written many songs about love that reaches beyond death, where spirit connects us all.

When does the first breath call?

To the solitary soul where all takes hold, none of us ever owns the other. Love is given. Love remains. Over time and space, whether or not those whom we love are with us in body, we are joined in soul.

When was the first time I realized these truths?

Beyond the need to be loved, the need for any thing, the impulse within to express,

Love begins within the self, from all eternity dwells.

From whence there is no letting go,

From whence there is what I can do for love,

that does not encage,

nor expect anything in return,

cradle of self that creates no hold.

From the light that sets our spirits free,

restricts no be,

the spirit connects.

I do not remember from whence this wisdom comes,

so eternal and deep is it's source,

so open and free,

so ever present,

so all of we.

In the gentle expression of how we each can serve,

comes up through us each.

Expressed in what we do,

that shines from our faces and hearts,

Who we are,

the everyday kindnesses we show to our selves,

our others,

the one that secrets keep,

the part of us that never sleeps.

Do You Know What Love Is?

None can tell you.

All can reap.

Always within us,

Always we.

When did I learn what love is?

No separation from what we are,

love within us keeps.

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