Come
The Infinite capacity of Love says implicitly:
Come I am here!
Come willingly,
Come hopefully,
Come lovingly,
Come gratefully,
Come graciously,
Come thoughtfully,
Come freely,
Come peacefully,
Come felicitously:
Or
Come in pain,
Come in a chain,
Come with fears,
Come in tears,
Come disbelieving,
Come repenting,
Come reluctantly,
Come defiantly,
Come hesitating,
Come resisting,
But Come
And lay down your burden
Here.
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Coming and Going
I thought that a walk might do me good,
So I set off to shop in the neighbourhood.
The weather was fine, but the forecast said rain,
So I took my umbrella – using my brain!
I knew something unusual and strange was happening,
When I bumped into someone with a bag of shopping.
That in itself is not strange I grant you readily,
But what was strange, was that the man was me!
He wasn’t an hallucination, or a delusion or the like,
Nor a doppelganger, nor a double, nor a look-alike;
From the top of his head to the tip of his umbrella,
It was me, or I, or myself and definitely not any other.
The etiquette if you meet yourself somewhere,
Has not been written as far as I am aware,
So I said, rather lamely, ‘How are you?’
Well tell me what else should I do?
‘I am better than you!’ he quickly replied.
This was something I felt should be denied.
So I said, “And what makes you think that is true?”
‘Well you see, I have been where you are going to,”
He adroitly replied, “And to prove it true
Look I have got this bag of shopping too”.
Well I could see he was smart alright,
But I thought I’d show I was also bright.
‘Ah, true, but I more recently got out of bed,
So I guess I’m a lot fresher than you!’ I said.
He became friendlier then, and heavily sighed,
‘That I want to get back home can’t be denied’.
I could see he spoke from a sincere heart,
So of course I had to let him depart.
Well, I got to where I was going to,
And completed all my shopping too.
Half way home, I met myself, complete with umbrella,
And as we spoke I thought, ‘He’s really not a bad fella’.
So this time we had a much longer talk together,
Well of course we knew everything about each other,
But we talked and talked about all of this,
And about the life we both knew so well.
Somehow talking to him things began to make sense,
All those apparently meaningless random events.
Then it dawned on us both at the self same time,
In this moment, life reveals all its rhythm and rhyme.
All of us are always on the way somewhere,
Or else we are returning home from there.
We are born and go through all life’s many stages,
Then all at once we see it all in all its phases.
But let us not indulge in time’s complex fantasy,
Except to say somehow all gets gathered into a unity.
The message in this is more simple and neat;
Live in such a way that the fellow you meet,
Coming back from the shop, or going there,
Is someone you’re happy to meet anywhere.
So that when you meet, you yourself don’t offend.
And you know in your heart you have met a friend.
I thought that a walk might do me good,
So I set off to shop in the neighbourhood.
The weather was fine, but the forecast said rain,
So I took my umbrella – using my brain!
I knew something unusual and strange was happening,
When I bumped into someone with a bag of shopping.
That in itself is not strange I grant you readily,
But what was strange, was that the man was me!
He wasn’t an hallucination, or a delusion or the like,
Nor a doppelganger, nor a double, nor a look-alike;
From the top of his head to the tip of his umbrella,
It was me, or I, or myself and definitely not any other.
The etiquette if you meet yourself somewhere,
Has not been written as far as I am aware,
So I said, rather lamely, ‘How are you?’
Well tell me what else should I do?
‘I am better than you!’ he quickly replied.
This was something I felt should be denied.
So I said, “And what makes you think that is true?”
‘Well you see, I have been where you are going to,”
He adroitly replied, “And to prove it true
Look I have got this bag of shopping too”.
Well I could see he was smart alright,
But I thought I’d show I was also bright.
‘Ah, true, but I more recently got out of bed,
So I guess I’m a lot fresher than you!’ I said.
He became friendlier then, and heavily sighed,
‘That I want to get back home can’t be denied’.
I could see he spoke from a sincere heart,
So of course I had to let him depart.
Well, I got to where I was going to,
And completed all my shopping too.
Half way home, I met myself, complete with umbrella,
And as we spoke I thought, ‘He’s really not a bad fella’.
So this time we had a much longer talk together,
Well of course we knew everything about each other,
But we talked and talked about all of this,
And about the life we both knew so well.
Somehow talking to him things began to make sense,
All those apparently meaningless random events.
Then it dawned on us both at the self same time,
In this moment, life reveals all its rhythm and rhyme.
All of us are always on the way somewhere,
Or else we are returning home from there.
We are born and go through all life’s many stages,
Then all at once we see it all in all its phases.
But let us not indulge in time’s complex fantasy,
Except to say somehow all gets gathered into a unity.
The message in this is more simple and neat;
Live in such a way that the fellow you meet,
Coming back from the shop, or going there,
Is someone you’re happy to meet anywhere.
So that when you meet, you yourself don’t offend.
And you know in your heart you have met a friend.
Beneath the Froth find the Coffee.
You may think that short witty ditties
Like these, are only intended to please;
Well they are; but blow the froth away,
You may find they have something to say.
You may think that short witty ditties
Like these, are only intended to please;
Well they are; but blow the froth away,
You may find they have something to say.