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“Men must endure their going hence even as their coming hither. Ripeness is all”--  King Lear Act V Scene ii

Why should not folks be mad
My dear, when women
Wear the same painted face
And men the same slant

Why should not 
You throw the pearl of your soul
Into your passions
And eat the fruit of all the trees
In the garden of 
The world

When living fully
Is such a healthy flower 
To wear on one's bosom
The gift and breath of
Mother Earth Herself

Yet dearest, be wary
Keeping to the trees 
On the sunlit side of the garden, shunning 
The other for its grey and gloom
When sorrow can also be 
The seed to 
The sweetest fruit 

For I hope you taste the lavender
Of whispered secrets,
The earl gray of misty mornings
Feel your cheek glow red with pleasure 
But also learn to hear the words of pain
Or walk on the thorns of remorse
Or learn to lose in life or lust

Yet most all 
I wish, my dear,
For you to be able to
Sit and breathe 
Wherever you may be
That eternal Breath 
From the sweet air that
Touches the sun.

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