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07/19/09
Being by Myself
This quiet, isolated Sunday night, alone, I realize that the life of my mind Has finally reconciled its recluse's flesh, with my soul.
For me to have reached this spiritual milestone — Feeling whole, being by myself, Completely at peace, with my humanity —
Is evidence of a successful journey, to the depths of essence, By a person devoted to the pursuit of oneness, Who knows death is negligible,
Especially when the rest of his indefinite days Holds out the prospect of earthly eternity — Epiphanies, ecstasies occurring second to second,
Breath to breath, at his humble, gentle beckoning — And time vows not to stand in his way, Rather proclaims its blessings, weeps for his happiness.
This quiet, isolated Sunday night, alone, Nothing else matters but being by myself. It's the beginning and the culmination of immortality.
07/19/09
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