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Divisions of Being

Love is thought needing a subject and predicate lover and object blossom and voyeur dreaming fond connections, often crossing taboos of distance… exchanging scents and feel, the bow, rudder and keel of relationship Yet, that mystery remains the lone whale basking seeming above the ripples the albatross on a still night soaring on unseen current a collapsed sail undisturbed by bleeding sunlight which will I be today? God or His Man?

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Mystic Rose Rose

Date: 11/2/2023 10:46:00 AM

wow this is powerful ! Your thoughts are golden today Joe, :)

Joe Dimino
Date: 11/2/2023 11:16:00 AM

Thank you, Vie. Have a beautiful day my friend.

Victor Buhagiar

Date: 11/2/2023 9:37:00 AM

You can only choose man. Loved your imagery. A poem to think about. Blessings.

Joe Dimino
Date: 11/2/2023 11:12:00 AM

Hi Victor: I too, enjoy being man. (Matthew 5:45 -- (45) so that you may be like[a] your Father in heaven, since he causes the sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous. • John 14:12-14 -- (12) Very truly I tell you, whoever believes in me will do the works I have been doing, and they will do even greater things than these, because I am going to the Father. 13 And I will do whatever you ask in my name, so that the Father may be glorified in the Son. 14 You may ask me for anything in my name, and I will do it.) Blessings my friend.