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This is so unbelievably touching the depth of all meaning...Reading it
out loud, more than once, ...Thank you and whatever it is that has made
you the receptacle that reaches us all...thru words, thru images, thru
what springs and grows up thru your heart to ours.<br>
Very soft thoughts,<br>
Judy<br><br>
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At 08:36 AM 4/4/2025, you wrote:<br>
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Riantee,<br><br>
My beloved soul sister, thank you deeply
and dearly for your courageous spirit, brave and strong demeanor and
authentically vulnerable BIG and generous heart. May you know how
in awe I am of you and learn so much from your transparency about your
lifelong love slowly dying. May you continue to be held in the
truth of who you are, loving awareness, and allow yourself to be the
hollow bamboo through which all feelings, thoughts, emotions, perceptions
and BEingness flows through. SO MUCH LOVE to you!<br><br>
In loving gratitude,<br>
Sue<br>
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<font face="Calibri"><b>From:</b> Thespiritexpress
<thespiritexpress-bounces@lists.mcn.org> on behalf of Cornelia
Gerken via Thespiritexpress <thespiritexpress@lists.mcn.org><br>
<b>Sent:</b> Thursday, April 3, 2025 6:21 PM<br>
<b>To:</b> thespiritexpress@lists.mcn.org
<thespiritexpress@lists.mcn.org><br>
<b>Cc:</b> Cornelia Gerken <corneliagerken@gmail.com><br>
<b>Subject:</b> Re: [Thespiritexpress] Poem read Tuesday</font> <br>
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dear Riantee, <br>
how beautiful, yes I see the sad, but it is elevating me, in celebration
of life, as was as is as will be. Just beautiful. Thank you<br>
Cornelia<br><br>
On Thu, Apr 3, 2025 at 9:15 AM Riantee Rand via Thespiritexpress
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<dd><font face="Times New Roman, Times">The Last Harvest<br>
</font><br><br>
<dd><font face="Times New Roman, Times">My lifelong love is slowly
dying.<br>
</font><br><br>
<dd>On my early morning walk I come to a field of daisies <br><br>
<dd><font face="Times New Roman, Times">and I pick the brightest,<br>
</font><br>
<dd><font face="Times New Roman, Times">plucking one petal at a timeless
time <br>
</font><br>
<dd><font face="Times New Roman, Times">to mark our way to the
finish.<br>
</font><br>
<dd>“<font face="Times New Roman, Times">What is this life about?” I
ask the daisy<br>
</font><br><br>
<dd><font face="Times New Roman, Times">Petals aflare as so many bodies
of experience,<br>
</font><br>
<dd><font face="Times New Roman, Times">full of faces, events,
places<br>
</font><br>
<dd><font face="Times New Roman, Times">full of people remembered <br>
</font><br>
<dd><font face="Times New Roman, Times">with the clarity of an
uncompromising now,<br>
</font><br>
<dd><font face="Times New Roman, Times">experience-bodies with my name,
my many names,<br>
</font><br>
<dd><font face="Times New Roman, Times">consciousness traveling with the
pulse of the moment <br>
</font><br>
<dd><font face="Times New Roman, Times">through roles assigned by
parents, teachers, friends, strangers,<br>
</font><br>
<dd><font face="Times New Roman, Times">a flow of memories projected in
the aperture <br>
</font><br>
<dd><font face="Times New Roman, Times">through which the eternal
observes the manifested.<br>
</font><br><br>
<dd><font face="Times New Roman, Times">Half way through I encounter an
obstruction,<br>
</font><br>
<dd><font face="Times New Roman, Times">a commitment I made early on
<br>
</font><br>
<dd><font face="Times New Roman, Times">to make something of myself, be
someone I could never be.<br>
</font><br>
<dd><font face="Times New Roman, Times">I tried very hard but I was stuck
and soon <br>
</font><br>
<dd><font face="Times New Roman, Times">I did not try at all. <br>
</font><br>
<dd><font face="Times New Roman, Times">I just went against the
flow.<br>
</font><br><br>
<dd><font face="Times New Roman, Times">Against the flow I bonded
</font>with those bold Parisians <br><br>
<dd>that fame snatched in their early life.<br><br>
<dd>Sagan, Seberg, Bardot, Godard, Truffaut, <br><br>
<dd>authors, actors, film makers who captured the spirit of the
time<br><br>
<dd>and released it on a consenting crowd<br><br>
<dd>while riding its energy to burst out of a corseted society. <br><br>
<br>
<dd>The existential track had opened my way <br><br>
<dd>to this new wave <font face="Times New Roman, Times">of taboo
breakers <br>
</font><br>
<dd><font face="Times New Roman, Times">and I responded to t</font>he
lawless call<br><br>
<dd>following for a while the murmur of that crowd,<br><br>
<dd>doing as they did, trying to be as they were. <br><br>
<br>
<dd><font face="Times New Roman, Times">But when I noticed a new window
of opportunity<br>
</font><br>
<dd><font face="Times New Roman, Times">I jumped.<br>
</font><br>
<dd>The spirit of the time landed me in the New World<br><br>
<dd>among those singing in a newfound tongue, <br><br>
<dd>adventurers who drank the magic potion <br><br>
<dd><font face="Times New Roman, Times">carrying them to other
dimentions.<br>
</font><br><br>
<dd><font face="Times New Roman, Times">When I came to the last few
petals<br>
</font><br>
<dd><font face="Times New Roman, Times">the fragrance of each decade was
disclosed<br>
</font><br>
<dd>so pure it could be received<br><br>
<dd>and given away in the same instant.<br><br>
<br>
<dd>One more petal <font face="Times New Roman, Times">as I listened to
the language of my heart<br>
</font><br>
<dd><font face="Times New Roman, Times">bringing back to myself the power
I had given others,<br>
</font><br>
<dd>and as the reminiscences faded away<br><br>
<dd><font face="Times New Roman, Times">I questioned the daisy in my
hand:<br>
</font><br>
<dd>“what do I truly want at the crepuscule of my life<br><br>
<dd>when my lover is dying?”<br><br>
<br>
<dd>It’s all there, inside, all there with such clarity,<br><br>
<dd>the world, the friends, the events, the settings,<br><br>
<dd>a full 3D color movie with all flavor, all movements of
soul.<br><br>
<dd><font face="Times New Roman, Times">Don’t you see? <br>
</font><br>
<dd><font face="Times New Roman, Times">Y</font>ou have been handed the
key that opens the passage <br><br>
<dd>to every body of experience until the last. <br><br>
<dd>Don’t you see? <br><br>
<dd>The being in all beings is the same being,<br><br>
<dd><font face="Times New Roman, Times">so hear all the voices <br>
</font><br>
<dd><font face="Times New Roman, Times">without the judgment of your
thinking mind,<br>
</font><br>
<dd><font face="Times New Roman, Times">don’t shrink in fear but expand
in love<br>
</font><br>
<dd><font face="Times New Roman, Times">as you jump into old age.<br>
</font><br><br>
<dd><font face="Times New Roman, Times">It’s the last harvest, <br>
</font><br>
<dd><font face="Times New Roman, Times">surveying experiences
</font>while divesting your self of experiences<br><br>
<dd><font face="Times New Roman, Times">in a landscape that is the mind
of god.<br>
</font><br>
<dd><font face="Times New Roman, Times">Your longing for the past is love
itself <br>
</font><br>
<dd><font face="Times New Roman, Times">filtering through the veil and
glowing<br>
</font><br>
<dd><font face="Times New Roman, Times">like a memory of eternity you
long to return to.<br>
</font><br><br>
<dd><font face="Times New Roman, Times">Remember, the self of every self
is god infinite,<br>
</font><br>
<dd>so jump, <br><br>
<dd>die before you die,<br><br>
<dd>die with your loved one. <br><br>
<dd>*****<br><br>
<dd><font face="Times New Roman, Times">I pluck the very last petal,
<br>
</font><br>
<dd><font face="Times New Roman, Times">I thank the naked daisy,<br>
</font><br>
<dd><font face="Times New Roman, Times">I lay it down, I turn
around:<br>
</font><br><br>
<dd><font face="Times New Roman, Times">Spring has arrived.<br>
</font><br><br>
<dd><font face="Times New Roman, Times"><br>
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