April 12, 2003

 I pulled, today, apparently a poetry only journal from days in Venice Beach. The tell tail in addition to the date is the phone number 310-489-4554... my land line number at the time I think or my work cell number, perhaps? My memory only recognizes the familiarity of the number and that is all. What I find endlessly amazing is all these breakthroughs I continue to think I'm finding for the first time I've already stumbled on before... ground hog day indeed, for real. Shit!  If I hadn't written this or decided to read it now, I suppose I would remain blissfully unaware and still impressed with my ongoing epiphanies... Shit... not sure what to think now... Oh well?! Here goes, verbatim, no title, no explanation only the date

4-12-03
What stands
Before me
Is more challenging
Thank Ever
In life
To present
Presented

What stands
Before me
Moves mountains
And splits seas

What stands
Before me
Requires a
Herculean task
Of me as well

The sacrifice 
And reward
Are on the
Platter before me

The reward is
So life giving
So full of Love
And meaning
For earth and
her people
The sacrifice
is dwarfed
Not a sacrifice
As pondered
In incense
Soaked halls
Merely choices
I choose - in
Each moment
Aware

Aware that my choice
Affects millions
As does yours
As well

Aware that
I've an opportunity
To be ALL.
And ALL is well.
I have a choice
To be or
Not to be
Present in this life.
​I choose life.

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