May Eighth
Contributed by
enigma
on
Thursday, 17th November 2005 @ 04:02:24 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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May Eighth
C-----,
May Eighth is too sacred not to be recognized.
Regardless of perception,
we are
because of May Eighth,
and for the record,
I'm glad
we are.
In nineteen ninety-three,
two adult children
thought they had found their dream.
They had not.
But,
without her knowledge,
and without his knowledge,
the girl had given the boy a priceless key,
and,
without his knowledge,
and without her knowledge,
the boy had given the girl a priceless key.
Catharsis,
which begins with great need,
enters a season of tremendous turbulence,
and ends with purity,
is an agonizing process.
Even though the searing heat,
the molten pain,
and the unimpeachable fire of Truth
are the most obvious,
the fiercely roaring,
spectacular,
attention demanding portion,
it must be remembered:
The critical ingredient,
the unpretentious yet essential blue flame on which all pivots,
is Love.
The key is Love…
Your Love,
and
My Love.
May 8, 2005
rko
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2005-11-17 16:02:24] (Date/Time posted on
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