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12 February 1995

life and living

and life
and living
and i go on living some how
and still i see that i am healing
growing
strengthening with in my bones
so that i shan't again fall
so hard
that my feet by their conscious placement
may hold me solid
even if it be in the place i was before

but no
not quite the same place
for through experiencing
through feeling
new life has sprung with in me
making me some small bit more complete
and certainly changed
that now as i inter act with
those around me
there is a greater peace
a knowing
brought only by life and living

 Here's one for ya.   go find yourself.   late again   skys passing wave raining clouds and offer healing sun   où es-tu   dim Mornings in the underground   memories   squirming on the bath room ceiling   open   the faces on the side walk pass me by   life and living   Song of Peace   from Time   the Mountain   My Father   so i painted a red cross on my chest   my living eulogy   my plastic house   alone again   frustrating   the Song of my heart as it grows and changes   In Dark Brick Dungeons   clanteba mortillia   Lonely is   my call to this Omnipotent generation:   friend (and, by now, even brother)   my PCC   Our Garden   Cognoscente   The Home   careFree   the Children   full moon   if I were a Painter   For You   Caterpillar March   Prison   As I Went Walking   Norwegian Cockatrice Lampposts   Departure   or   The Falling Apple   Peace