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Study Of Good (True To Me)
1-23-19

Open to all nothingness in the hollow domain
We never mind us as to have multiplied your slain
Not enough Abel and too much Cain
Whether or not I stand in the truth
Better weather tomorrow a warm-up and a thaw out
As wheels stand still in the way it feels in what will be
To immigrate from Transylvania
Thirteen to face our auctioneer
I grasp the all in who is me
We yet to be take to our captive and free
And the wheels did not turn from beside them
As from restoration meditation leading us to this....





All Too Hollow
1-23-19

Going back one more time as one to bend the cold
and its chime in the hollow where the spring is filling ones streets with the slain
Yet in delay I go there one more time today if so be it
All in the hollow behind the hermitage
The rooms are in a fine mess open to the nothingness which I am yet to grasp
As to fall in Tinseltown that doubt arises not just hanging around in the quiet
Many it be your riot in focus on absolutes
All the hollow behind us....





Another Passion Week (Absorbed)
1-23-19

By existence opening unto life and death
Yesterday I mark the trees in hopes for another full day at it
High up in our homeland of Andy Boone yet to cut down dead cedars
To build churches and bird feeders into future restoration in saplings and brush
And more than just a crush of fallen trees and vines and past tense vintage sweet wines
Out of the midst of it in sense of obedience to God in all things as available light
Going wool-gathering in deep contemplation insofar as we desire it today.....