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Alone To Alone

“Life is the flight from the alone to the Alone” - Plotinus

I, in full flight 
from alone to Alone 
and then–so swiftly– 
right 
‘round.
Back again?

Aloneness.
No, 
	more!
I feel— I look— I act like a mess,
But... 
	----! 
I am alive,
and again and at last,
	I feel. 

I, a something 
in the nothing 
of a moment, dance. 
“It is as it should be," 
I heard it say to me,
in the pouring torrents of
Atonement’s rain.

I felt 
and sometimes still feel
in my self
a dying grace.
I felt and sometimes still feel
like a child
awake, aware, out of mind
in oneness, somewhere.

Now, who is the I 
seeing the me 
when I, Alone
Am It, 
and it: me?

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Dawn's Reflection

I wonder,
How far she feels from home; 
How utterly isolate:
Estranged, alone.

Time has hurried its awakening.
Behind her eyes, the lights of a new horizon 
Water fields of the most fertile and high freedom.

The dawn of wisdom breaks the dark of night. I feel her
True, undiscovered Self...
Eclipsing the
Masks bestowed in labor...
Dissolving imagined darkness...
Enshrouded in radiant luminance.

She is a fire... A dazzling, enamoring Sun 
Who, maybe, can only see
Her light by Moon’s reflection.

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Antithetical, Surreal

When it is quiet, and you are alone,
Which does your mind prefer… to
Search for “truths” that have been found? 
Or, to question…  and to
Find your own answers and truths? 

Do you build your labyrinth with the hope that maybe you’ll be lost, pleased to be the monster in the middle, a secret waiting to be slain. You cast away the thread, and disappear.

Is exile simply where you wish to be found? 

I wander the halls of a maze within, 
Passing through each imagined room, my eyes and voice soften as, inward, I am drawn.

Remember: I asked for this, the Unmasking. I beckoned for
   The antithetical, surreal…
   Now, be still, and cease your striving.
Have you thought so long of disparities, that now you no longer see in kind?
Have you fought so long, so fervently, that even your freedom is now a bind?

I envy those who know their place; they find––or make––it where they are.

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Ghosts In the Mirror

A silhouette beckons me,
its flashing shadows strobe memories 
vividly in the mirror...
    to revisit, to reenter.
To touch once more for what was, 
to reach, again, for what could have been.

In the mirror I see
memories, dreams, and reflections and
the ghosts of who I used to be.

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Perennial Art

She wrote,

         Live with enduring trust and hope.
         Your angel will always light your way.

I have lived and endured
Absent of trust, a Love beyond me,
As she has lived
Absent of that truth which
Left her,
Absent me.

I have found nothing in my aloneness
That could make my emptinesses
Any less hollow, nor clear my head of
The loops and chatter. 

           Though I've had so little solace,
           I have found rest in you.

A man must build his house alone and
Roughen his hands as well as his heart
Before he should open his door, before
His bed blooms the two as one: before
The great and alchemical, Perennial, Art.