Not them, these, through which a few have
walked only into the foyer, just standing,
no matter how great the treasures beyond,
nothing of which can be given away.
As a woman searched long to find one
silver coin, and invited others to rejoice,*+
no one came to this one's invitation, still
searching for one who seeks the Mystery.
Sharing which can only be with those
who also have stored up such joy,
with whom only then can be rejoicing,
when all before will not be remembered.
Else how can joy be full, with
memory at all of what was, in that
place where all is oneness, with
no room for that which divides.
*Luke 15:8-9
--4/7/07
Autobiographical, poetic commentary emphasizing compassion,
ones search for truth &
that which cannot be found except from within…
Consider well the altruism found here (to the great chagrin of 'detractors').
©Copyright 2006-2022 by RK, Planetary Poet Laureate (of the end time)
Friday, May 25, 2007
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