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[jeff j]

santa, we have come to see
knows more about us then we might have imagined,
there is no logical explanationfor the very small
gift found at the bottom of the grandson's stocking,
i hesitate to tell this story,
i fear to tell is to steal it's magic from an 8 yr old's-heart,
and this story is only now unfolding into unknown
futures of unimagined beauties,
who am i to report it , and who could ever benefit
from the inventory of a small child's christmas stocking?...
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be yourself, the real fictional character?

[jeff j]

learning to love, is a gift for us
from the world,
perhpas we have bought in to a belief
that unconditional love of the other
descends upon us magically
like a proproted-profound awakenings,
in truth, in comes to us & arrivies a singularity's grain
at a time-each-grain containing all,
yet still-each unique,
falling, tumbling sweetly from the unknown,
down into our well of living prayers,
heard, accepted and put to
use as a nice little foundation, or perhaps
a peak for one to stand on,
we begin to climb suddenly, or always, who knows..,
but climb we must, breathlessly,stealthily up
this pyramind of grains,
& at it's peak,
if we have the desire and vision,
we can leap up-wards,
to ascend through that narrow opening
where each grain of inifinity has trickled through,
up there now, we need the grain(s) no more,
but it is still ours,
and we are free now,
to travel the cosmos,
sprinkling a grain here or too there, of love
to fill up the life's-hour-glassses
designed to return sight to the other
blind ones, buried, or digging out now,
from under their accumulated pyramid of grains of truth,
grain after grain from beyond the known,
beyond the transition point
where each one's grain drops down
miraculously into a empty form designed by the
ancients as the symbol of freedom from
all this and transition back into the emptied
silo from above,

is there a cosmic hand that
turns the hour glass over and over?
is it my own hand?
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[nameless]

Dear Santa Claus

please bring me a boyfiend
cause i am very lonely and sad.

Beth, 5 years old

[jeff j]

[ANNA]

DEATH MORNING
SNOW FLAKES FALLING
EACH ALONE

.

[jeff j]

[ANNA]

No sky
no earth - but still
snowflakes fall

~Hashin

[angela]

[quote="jeff"

learning to love,
from the world,
descends upon us magically
like profound awakenings,
falling, tumbling sweetly from the unknown,
living prayers,

we begin to climb suddenly,
we can leap up-wards,
to ascend through that narrow opening
where each grain of inifinity has trickled through,
and travel the cosmos,
sprinkling a grain or too, of love
from that silo above


[/quote]

[jeff j]

[angela]

Namaste :

*the Spirit in me meets the same Spirit in you
*I greet that place where you and I are one
*I salute the Light of God in you
*I bow to the divine in you
*May the God in you, bless you
*I recognise that within each of us is a place where Divinity dwells, and when we are in that place, we are One

beats hello, goodbye or merry christmas

[jeff j]

here'a question,
if someone gave you a book,
or linked you to a site
that had all the answers...

would you stay up all night reading?
or asking questions?
or would it be half n' half
like me?

a little penguin- cabernet
under a perfect half moon, sun rising
time for the mind-fold & a nap.

~love~
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be yourself, the real fictional character?

[angela]

[ANNA]

Snowflake is dead.
Nobody dies.
Snowman’s hugs.

[jeff j]

O=santa ,
we have come to see
knows more about us then we might have imagined,
there is no logical explanationfor the very small
gift found at the bottom of the grandson's stocking,
i hesitate to tell this story,
i fear to tell is to steal it's magic from an 8 yr old's-heart,
and this story is only now unfolding into unknown
futures of unimagined beauties,
who am i to report it , and who could ever benefit
from the inventory of a small child's christmas stocking?...[/
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be yourself, the real fictional character?

[jeff j]

little plastic army men,
given to us by good christians,
who have made a killing in arms manufacturing,shhh..

i was gold, he was green,
we started discussing what each weaponed-soldier does,
and so had to start eliminating some,

we agreed that death or dismemberment from grenades
was unusually cruel, so they're out,
then also grenade launchers, of course,

and we went through the ranks this way,
we took a break for crepes and playing the bubble-game,
if we get back we still have radio-men and
binocular-scouts to debate,

but we left it with agreeing that
communication is a good thing, generally, or privately,
and seeing things better, things at a distance, can be
good too, (depending on your intentions) of course...

but all in all a cute gift,
and age-appropriate, it's not like
these are real guns, that only happens
for the lucky little kids in real wars...

blah blahblah, every gift a teaching?
maybe, but first you have to unwrap it
and get it out of all the packaging
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be yourself, the real fictional character?