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the truth is always in plain sight.
we can be wrong but the truth is always right.
I=I sees that we are all the same.
a rose is a rose even if its called by another name.
and standing in that burning flame is all we ever care or hope to be.
cold the fire is, but it burns eternally.
by the numbers I say its true.
one is crimson red and the other cobalt blue.
and in the wake of sheer diststress.
is the power we abhor and the heart we all supress.
the heart of creation is the value of ninetynine.
the power is whats hidden in the ever present sign.
the sign of the master, they are the circle of eternity.
a simple order is all,know yourself and you are free.
and the path to hell is paved with good intentions you see.
intention is not enough for the value of sincerity.
if you would be free,know the beginning and the end .
know yourself and what is,is what you intend.
to pretend to long invites disaster.
and death and the grave follow on its heels that much faster.
the race is already run and the meal eaten long ago.
the reason is the paradox of what you know you do not know.
and here Iam again in the cleft of insanity.
all there is is truth the rest is just transitory.
and in the earth find a newly brightened face.
because we are all alone here in this dark and lonely place.
the vestiges of the light are like dying embers on the ground.
and you know we all leave without fanfare or sound.
you are here and gone in the twinkle of an eye.
But for that which remembers you vanish utterly when you die.
and all that can or will remain is left to wonder why.
wonder why is is that no one sees the seive.
and if all of us remember what is there to forgive?

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Yeah... Danny I am all good... thanks for asking...  how are you doing??? Nice to see you back posting your poems....  

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Evie