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08/01/08
Ties Not nearly often enough, I've reminded myself, over the years, That my ties to material possessions Make, of my spirit, Dreadful dead weight for my unfulfilled soul.
Since I was just a boy, I've surrounded my surroundings with toys, Exotic toys, to be sure, Things compelling, for their collectibility: Coins, stamps, electric trains, rare books, antiques.
Enslaved by them, I've worshiped their presence inordinately, Paid dearly, By substituting my devotion to them for intimacy, Forfeiting the closeness of loved ones.
Now, at sixty-seven, I feel an overwhelming sense of transcendence Beckoning me to get rid of everything In my house, my dreams, my heart, And fill the emptiness with serenity.
08/01/08
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