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The Hope Diamond
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June 5

 

 

 

The Hope Diamond

 

 

My guess is the same god that wants me stupid also wants me to suffer.  I ask myself what could be all powerful about that?  I wonder is G-d like a friend or a lover?  I carefully chose my friends whereas my lover found me against my greatest plans and well thought out rules.  And if this is to be like marriage, may I file for divorce if things go astray?  Or am I stuck with this match, like I am stuck with my deformed ear there underneath my hat or fringe of hair?  I never thought of my relationship with G-d like a necklace I could take on and off at will, though the more I study it seems this beautiful thing enhances my beauty if all is right and will strangle me if it gets hung up.

 

 

 

 

 

Sort genius from fortune

 

 

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RED ROSES

 

From tight green buds come beautiful roses.

From small verdant places I blossom too.

I open to richness unexpected and fullness unbelieved.

 

I look at crumpled laundry

Never anticipating the look of clean sheets blowing on the line

Doors I perceive as blocked by vast boulders

Are thrown open by willingness.

 

Who I am today is no one I recognize

I didn’t see myself coming.

I write though I can’t spell

I love though my heart is broken.

 

I think though my mind is warped

And I trust though the amulet is long shattered.

Promise is not a laid out plan but the continuum of change

I can fight it or let it carry me where it goes.