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When I have been this long way home_________________
Getting back to you, and then,
Happens_______ have been here in my send.
I have been home, and when______It comes__

The light has been on my heart___ all these days.
Lightly driven....Life depends.
Made a trip, and finally came back,
and you?
Life re-sorts and I depend on my position,
to find my place.

There I go again.
 I want to portray___ the living.
Not in vain___I am on send.
Driven...I will be until...I find the way.
Can You see?___ How I Decide?

Wish we were inside___All the falls.
Can't hide __What goes on in here.
Want to be on glide and patrol.
Consoled___
The life...so glamorous.

It is a funny way.... I have of coming back.
The scales retract....Exact__Extract!
I depend on the Lord's call.
No matter, the reel.
What goes on here___ is Real.

Extraction...Getting closer now... to full gain.
I retain the breath of breaths, and the seal is sold.
I have brought___ my beginnings.
Raw feed from the truth.
Strumming on the sun...
Streaming.

I want to be glad.
Hard to come back and think I can't do it.
What it is __Is not__ to disappoint you.
I can't lose the draft of fame.
I can't loose the vastness of the call.

Me, I am running with the fall.
The seasons come and go, but we reside.
Brief, though we are___We come to hold the hand of God.
Speak the truth.
What are you afraid of?

As for me I am still outside__
the wall______ of my own decision.
I'll find the moment and the touch and the taste and the view___All at once , and lose it again
and again,
        and again,
                        and again.
But, I will never give up.

I am a man, who breathes, and knows his shortcomings,
and still survives.
I'm getting up again.
This wall.  All.

What remains is our place__ to come home... to.
In ways, we need to come to___ the call of our draft.
My acts__reason__ to try to be here.
I have my reasons and I see the greatness of all of you.
Trying to find the key___The key____ is finding___ a way.

Right inside of each of you___ is,
the greatest stream of realization.
It says I am your heart, and I believe on your heart__
to know love.
To know___ that Love is the Way___
One...Understands it_ All.
Love is the fulcrum of creation.

The care of the home, and self and__
The care of loved ones, and the care of the truth.
Behold,  the life un-reproved.
I demand a recall...not of what isn't, but of_
what could still be, and is in, so many.

The weight of our hopes and dreams__
Depends___ on our dedication ... to be all that we can be.
I am first and foremost ...your friend.
I will act, and do act, as I ___  rise and fall.
As a meter__ of my determination to find the glory of the celebration,
That__ is this life____in all of it's...Beauty.

The place to be__ in all of our acts.
As we pass through the day___Calling each Breath.
The One breath___ I breathe each time...
Told as the love of the stream of life,
Words calling out the draft,
and dedication of our call.

C-O-N-F-I-D-E-N-C-E-S
After all____That, which came before____
The above has been my rededication.
To get back to work in a hurry.
I am confident with__ the no fear policy.
I will find my LIfe.

I am your friend.
Each one of you have brought me back to here.
I am no longer afraid of just being real.
It is the least,  that we__each of us___ can bring.
After the fall, before the fall, while falling?
Looking for the metaphor for the step taken.
There is no What___Might have been?

There is Only__Where have you been?
Loving you, as I sigh.
I'm breathing life.
Driven, not ruined, but stronger,
than the day I found You.

Can't let go, but this, too___ must end.
It is a piece of a part of getting____
the soldiers of my heart __on to the rhythm of sighs.
We are all together__ a gathering.
A place of ultimately__ routing our passage
back to when and where and how.
What is now__Now__the only moment in time.
The breaths you take are the heart of the soul___
and the love you commit___
Is every breath you take___ as ___
The intention and sacrifice___ to
Really Love.

After the fall, you got up, and got after it again.
Remember, where we began___
The rise from our first fall.
We each are the truth.
We hold the key____ to it all.
Easy__ In the heart... Breathe.
Your love___ is the beauty___ of it All.

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TR__10/20/2007

Quietly,cautiously, life stirs and the tune becomes real.
A floating point of touch.
A place of deep faith forms, and fills the space
within the heart of being.
Over the air flows the willowed breath of birds,
seeking the winds and currents
of faire sailing.

Free formed, wholly selected tastes of succor
flow__from the tree of life.
The center of the forest is damp in the early morning light.
The glade at the edge of dawn is overflowing
with the creation of the natural universe.
Buds and dragonflies and birds, are high in the trees
and on the lower limbs.
Dewey flowers primp for the raising of first light.

The smaller animals of the early day rise.
They are finding their way to the edge of their earthly home.
They, all, are taking their places at the rising of the sun.
The sight of the new day gives their birthright it's form.

Their beingness is formed in the absolute recognition
of purpose and plan.
They were born for this life.
The words of a man does not change any of their desire
to live the day as it unfolds.
It is all for the taking.

That on this night, I was in my heart moved
to scribe the mind_
that sees all_is a precious gift
to my soul.
That which Is_and has ever been and will forever be
_is just another peaceful meditation.
On the light of love and the glorious being
_who is holding our destiny in the arms of God.

We, the undivided whole, are holding Love
in our hearts__and we are being
the truth of our parts.
God's plan to heal the Earth is heading
home _In_Love.
The Magnificent dream of our souls is being
found every day in the increasing
velocity and rhythms of this flowing Love.

Your magnificent gifts are a dreaming basket
holding possibilities of purpose.
Everyday brings more order and form to the
beauty of mankind's participation in the perfect
understanding_that Nature has already formed
and ordered_within it's Kingdoms.
All things wonderful speak and add to the
true wonder of God's dominion.

The practice, the meditation, the work and
the play of Life.
The prayer of Love.
The healing of Mankind.
The reward of_being Alive.
To see God's Kingdom Come.

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I dedicate these words to the art and hope of your life_
'shoutoutgirl'_You are a divine soul_
I love your way.
From this life's words_ in notes you become.
You are the music_I hear,TR


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The above poem_
Written in comments by me(TR) on blog_'poemmeback', authored by shoutoutgirl.
April 27, 2007 in the middle of the night.
I came across it today.

It represents a pure connection I had with the art of shoutoutgirl's
concept. I never lost that moment, it will always be with me, because
she identified the holy sequence of Faith over Matter.
We are all poets and singers and writers of Love.
I believed I could know her_ by poemming her back.
I did the best I could, as did many others, and we were surprised at how wonderful it was.

I miss the art and love of you, shoutoutgirl.
Please come back and grace this stage.
You are missed.
I did not ask to do this. It is just my way.
Saying...We love your Way,and Peace to you dear child, TR

I wish to extract a piece of a part_of a place_ that was a moment.
It happened_ at the time_to be the thing, that held me enthralled.
A summer fling with a connection_thrown_ that almost got lost. Relative wonder_ upon the service of life_
that at once___comes due...Certain_
To find a place for you... to be the one to decide.
This way or that way__What proof does it take?

Always coming back to you__believing I can be found.
I work the art of me__To locate the service of time.
The space in the current__The action of place__ takes Time.
I need to gather this deal__ to the wheels, that roll up under.
I am a friend to myself, and the way of this_ becoming.

The mechanical breath of review.
Seeking new questions to hold.
I have the answers of my own extrusion.
It arrives on the seed of memory's host.
A day away from the first pacing__
I see a derivative deal in the column.

Left apart__I could walk away and leave the heart of attack.
I thought I was done __The courage to live the truth.
I was certainly done__I believed I was truly through.
I'm not making this up. It comes from the whole cloth of me.
In some ways I wonder _at this kind of review.
It is certainly strange for anyone to read.

What kind of life__does this guy see?

Well, maybe this is where it gets real. I had a thought about reviewing the summer past_ as a place, where I could begin.

Somehow, I was dissolved_
at the loss of your space_
and the toss that I spiraled_into__
All_ because I got scared.
It was life with a special design_
that became all of the sea and sky...
Thoughts could take you anywhere
_and it was sublime.

It is quite likely, that__
Noone can read this, and know what I mean_
Or if they do_ it is another version of the loss_ that be_came.
I went a bit crazy_for the words
_ that could not save my actions.
I was plainly dissolved, and surrendered.
I gave up more than I knew.

I took a short break and tried to re-establish_
a certain blink and dimension.
I was seeking something true__outside of my dimension.
My time warp was...
I was seeking love_in another's space's.
I had a real life_I had failed to appreciate.
You gave me back to that.

It was not an intentional act.
It was the natural flow of events.
I am here to attest. I have come a long way.
and the due diligence of certain persons__
has certainly shaped this request and answer.

This is the tale that begins. My wife had asked me to prepare my
vehicle for travel in June for a trip over the mountains and across the desert climate of Eastern Washington. A journey of 300 miles in each direction to Walla Walla, Wa., where our fourteen year old would be going to a summer dance intensive. Rich speak__ for_' an expensive three weeks'.

Of course I did my best to remember, but the night before we were to leave, and it was the weekend__I still had not changed the antifreeze/coolant mix or determined...if I needed to change the thermostat, and that is the crux of this revelatory tale. I was
seeking certain ire, and I was most probably due, because I had been running off road for quite awhile, and no one seemed to care. Okay, It was about to get trying, but I was not worried.

Furthermore, I was somewhat prepared. I had purchased everything I needed to do every conceivable action, that I might have to do___'To git 'ur done'. I had just wasted so much good will and now it was hell on earth and the woman in my life saying...."We are done." This means we will be divorced. Soon.

I was not scared. I just needed to get it done in the late hours of Saturday July7th, the day before... we were to leave. Sunday, the 8th, four a.m....we'll be pulling out of the driveway. Those were my marching orders. Oh! that's easy. I had the weather and the light on my side, but things were taking longer than I thought they would. My march to success was taking big chunks of time. I was falling behind.

I declare to the world...I am not a mechanic, but I am a zen artist of the mechanical bent, and I have experienced at least as much success as I have had failure. I was ready. I proceeded forthrightly, and with all of the positive reinforcement I was getting/Not!...I was quite confident. As a matter of fact. My spirits never wavered. My wife only held the light, as the hours were waining, just before midnight. I was all _but through. Then it was done.

Two flushes with fast drives around (to heat the brew),draining,and connecting hoses and disconnecting hoses and continuing onward and upward... toward a clear running system,...I discovered and surmised that I should probably replace the thermostat. Of course...I knew that...I had known that...I was really thinking about not doing that...but I had no choice at ten-thirty p.m.. It became the only course I could take, and I had no book for this vehicle and the harness and straps and emission crap layed over the whole top of this machine and I was screwed or was I ?

Come on, oh! imaginary person (not ever named)except as... TR.
Divorce sounded so final.
My only hope was the magic tool box of the neighbor down the street.Mike loves tools. Long story short...He's asleep.
His wife doesn't want to wake him up. I go to their front door and knock...only low tv glow in sight. I am reminding her(now in person) of all the times my lovely wife had fixed their computer problems. And the many times her kids wait at our house...waiting for them to get home. Not so much lately, but there must be a goodwill bank. Working on wrapping this up. Stay for the close.

Quickly now, my wife,'M', is home, and she likes to get on this machine.. to play Mah Jong...so as not to disappoint her...I will get off and say this is over. It is all, but. Needless to say, Mike's magic tool box provided the way for me to succeed, beyond my wildest dreams.
I imagined such...a perfect tool, that could reach under, and around, and he knew what one that might be. The job was soon complete. By any calculus. This was love Supreme!

"Okay! I am out of here." 12:30a.m....I was done. Everyone was abed,... I showered and slept and woke at 3:00a.m. We were already packed. I helped. Right! I did. Really.

When this cold icy dream of success was forged...
I believed I knew all was perfect, but I couldn't be sure.
I tracked every thought and sound of this car, as we drove.
I was the only one awake.
'M' had so little faith.
We're driving up and over the 5,300 ft. pass next to Mt Rainier.
Once we were up and over, I was purely ecstatic. At that point...
Just over the top, I woke my passengers to share in my delight. She said something about 103 degrees today. She would wait until then to give me an answer. I was already a success to me.

It would be a long time to wait, but...(by the end of the day)__ she granted me that accolade, You did it!
Even going it alone,... I was high on faith and the flame my heart breathed freely again. I was back and there was such happiness in my domain.
I was king of the world, but I was being responsible and humble.

This is so long__noone will read it. That is okay. We(I,me,mine) are developing the voice of the vein__ of_ 'me' being 'me'.
I believe in what I do. I have confidence, and in those following weeks, while daughter was away__I gave all of my time__
to our marriage connection. We did nothing spectacular.
But certainly, there was a necessary adjustment.
I had been too much online. Away_ from the life of real.

We did things together again...Cooked and ate, and watched movies, and walked on trails, and went to the ocean, and relaxed on the set. It was an evening /sunrise, and the days of time, that hold the truth of__ who, we are yet to become.

It was a perfect time.
That is how_This is here,and that is all I wrote,
but I will be back_ to bring on the rest.
I want to thank you for your indulgence.
I am looking for the right path for me.
Good night and have a nice day!TR

Elegant Abstractions in the Sun.

Looking to view the wings_ This bird has flown.
Have I ever wondered more than now?
I am begun.
This is clearly ordained_ in my circumscribed way.
I am believing now_ on wonder.
Driven to order_ the reasons to believe.

I am ordered by my brain and heart to hold_ the way.
I am begun_ to be the second order of myself.
I believe_ I am growing daily_ in my true nature.
I was born__ and I came to grow__ out of nothingness.

The nature of this life is mind-filling,  hence the physical order.
The physical order of stages_wrought with wisdom's domain.
Quietly accepting changes_ locating at parameter's breadth.
I know,  because I trust and wait_ in degrees of attention.

Nothing too fast or too slow__ just right, comes_ the management.
Of acceptance...The truth lies within.
The noise without_encounters stillness.
The heart swells to hold the heat of light.
Chest_ strongly/ relaxed___ breathing light into darkness.

I am not a higher order of man. I am identifying a man's truth.
Life in this ordinary fellow__ believes on the higher order of ordinary.
Having always known the way home, I lost, and fell, and found___ a way back.
It comes to me- as I describe this description of efforts flown.

I will myself to call on a higher order of things.
Within myself__I seek the one true God.
I seek not for myself, but for everyone.
I will this mission to be done.

I am not __I Am.
I am true, and I am here___ on this moment.
On the stage of life, where there is no going back.
I have an unconventional signature in my life. I am a unique being.
My God commands me to find myself. My one true self.

The un_ self. Not limited by degrees of strain and disease.
I know__ I sound full of something__ other than what I would think.
There is a mass of distractions_ all of life can be a noisy conundrum.
I am here now at this moment testing my trust,
in the wires of thought_ which describe this place.

What can it be?
I have let you down,
and you wonder_ who I think I am.
I am describing lines_ drawn at this moment, because I pass this way.
It has come to be a place_ that is now.
There is no other time for me.
I feel the width and depth of my chart.

Sailing on the sea of time.
The sailor views the storm, and still and steady_ as she goes.
Comes to places clearly drawn.
Heartily worn and warned by years of dimensional shifting.
Eventually the harbor of home appears.
The ship sails  into  safe harbor__

Home could be this place I have found.
I am not completely knowing I am here.
This has just been the entry_
I tried tonight_to find the key to my heart of words.

To say that I am done__ will never be.
Always holding hope and love_ here.
The sound of air passing over chords, or the strum of strings,
or the keys to the page.
The words fall_ in order to describe my place and reasons__
For caring, as I do.

I am an ordinary man__headed home on any day in time.
I am striving to hold the best_ in this heart of love.
A willing partner for our universe of thoughts.
Thoughts that hold this human life on earth__ sacred.

We are the design__ and the sanctity of our task is universal.
Life as we know it___ can circumscribe the wasted ways.
We can bring our hearts to bear.
Converse on love and hope and life in every way.
TRust the true center of your memory.

Right here__Right now__I see Jesus Christ.
I have chosen to not hold forth on why__
My life says that to me____
But all my experience says_ God wants me
To be me,
So go figure.

I love you... all.
That is why__ I figure.
You will understand_ my way.
I am only a little less ordinary.
This love God has for us__Is real.

So much hope for the future.
Choosing  love, and hope, and truth.
The light in the window prevails, and lightens the day.
As if one could see forever.
Truth, Trust, and Time.
Sublime Wonder Fullfilled.

9-11-2007+TR

Not what I really meant to say, but it is as good a beginning(as any)... if I had had no way to start. I believe this working through is important and if I invade the time of being__ not here, and then I become the coming of now_I have been true to the design of my plan.

I come from far away and my world has many suns and we are in the End times of our place in the service to the end times that have begun. As we reel in the servants of the true dimension, we begin to feel our light is drawn from within, because the rhythms are not here___ they also are within the beat and the struck bell has rung many times, and we still don't listen and the heart of our determination is waning and we want to know. Are you here? Have you been listening? Would you know the voice if you heard it? Are you listening to the truth?

When we began, we knew it would not be easy. We trained for many years to know the best ways to attach our truth to the decay, so that we could breath in the polluted air, but the time has come for the planet to relieve it's burden and to begin to breathe again and we need your assistance to train the listeners to believe that the love that they know in their hearts has always been here.

I know you hear me and I want to know that you believe and I am just here_ now_ going over the me(time) that is beating along this path as though I have no other way, because I don't and this is my task for I am/are a breather of truth and I will be a guide to the task at hand. The feeling of the life that is just here and we are all doing as we will until we believe that the end of war has come, because we say it is so, and the end of the lies are done, because we choose to only speak truth, and the way of the transgretions are reaping their end, because they are not accepted. We are being more truthful and more honest with ourselves and with others/ without even knowing that it is coming. And not the least of these truths: We, (our people) will find the greater part of being is being in part a whole surface of context: of joy,love and hope, and I feel the flow and it is running through my veins and I can breathe, because I have been sacrificed to the lamb. I believe on you God of man.

The cloud of unknowing was what_ was when we chose to ignore the core values of what lies within and now that we are serving the God matrix of love and the coming down of love upon the earth, I believe I will serve best/well by knowing brightly, what I have always known and even if you don't see me as a fellow, neighbor, friend, know that I wish your part could know where I have been and that what I know is true, and how I have always been waiting for the time of release and I am not scared anymore and the God of my belief must trust the man and the woman of this life, because we are all written into the word of life.

All things are not false thoughts, broken starts or lack of release. I should go down and check the pumps, and see if I need to change this into a comedy about the end of the world... that never came. I am knowing that it just took off like things do sometimes, and even if noone reads it I can live with that. I am looking to a time when I can play the keyboard as you would an instrument. It really has a musical face. I desire to write in a way that brings pure joy to my choices. These choices, that are choosing me and through my interface playing the whole game on an order of faith.

I believe in the music and the words of this life. I am my touch and my control. My choices are certain and they are not without fear for I am reaching back and forward and mounting the inner mounting flame that burns in my life to be here now and all of the fear in the world can not keep me away.

I have stopped here and I will know if I should send. It is not wasted on me that this is... at a risk. Someone might think me right bonkers or certainly off the track. I am not crazy. Think of me as a poetic acrobat and I will crawl across the stage to the outer limits of control to gain the sunrise of the new day. I am surrounding here and now. You won't see this any other place, but here.

Welcome to the ending of this day and what a place to be. I have come down from the mountain and I am beginning the work of writing from the place I have known forever. It is at least as scary... as the first day at a new job, but I am over the hump and depending on the love of the universe to deliver this lovely infant to the world. I will be fine and fit as a fiddle tomorrow.

This was from the atmospheres of true love, and I hope it captures some of the universal determination to fix__ what we have done by submission or commision. We are (everyone)_ going to own the final result in the end. Get on the life boat of love and plan for the better world__ by living the plan within. Breathe out the bad gasses of expired useless life traps and retire the disease of the world's failings to the trash heap of time, and begin to breathe Love with every breath, and breathe in hope and joy and faith, and believe on your neighbors, and your families, and the world at large, and even those__you have you have little faith in.

See the end of hate and the end of war and remain to see the gains of your daily toil and always believe. Have faith and hope, even as the world will sometimes seem to take the truth away. I love you all and I have no other reason to remain or change what I believe. I am always going to be me__until the end. Always TR... Imagination expressed.

Notice: the Mgm't declares__that any and all statements made by the author of the above are not to be taken as fact, but more as representations of a position of positive reinforcement. Lovingly drawn and arranged by your humble servant...me.