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Pastimes : Calling all SI Poets
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To: David R. Evans who wrote (522)6/2/1997 9:27:00 PM
From: gonzongo   of 2095
 
Dylan's song which I pulled up after reading your poem and thinking about Mike's "lost" anguish is the sum total of the mystic experience IMO.

He says- "I know all about poison"
I've been making it and taking it for years.

" I know all about fiery doubts"

They come up unwanted at every turn.

" I don't care how rough the road is......... show me where it starts."

I have made the committment no matter what it takes.

Well it it easily said but a very hard path to travel. Doubt and attractions glitter in front of us at each step. It takes an iron will and a keen conviction to stay the course. The lover becomes consumed in his goal.

As Dave Evans says:
"For he knows my loving yearn
He has loved with no return"

Dylan says:
"Whatever pleases you.
tell it to my heart.
Well I don't deserve it,
but I sure did make it through.
What can I do for you?"

Mike anguish is there buried beneath our shell- we only need to dig a little and feel the knife buried deep in our side. We only need to turn an unfamiliar way to feel that familar yet forgotten blade which has been lodged in our side since the beginning.
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I once wrote:

The Knife

The knife is wedged deeply into the heart.

i have learned to walk crookedly
so that i do not feel it's deep pain
and constant throb

But when a jolt comes
and the cut of the blade is felt

i cry from the depth of my soul
and the tears do not stop

The tears cannot stop
i can cover the wound
with the balm of forgetfulness
With the sense joys of the world

But when for the briefest moment
the wound is uncovered
it is excruciating
it is devastating
i am helpless

the blade is the separation
from my beloved
who Himself has placed it there
a constant reminder of our separation

Only He can pull it out.

andy gabor 1983
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