Half life

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We walk through half our life
as if it were a fever dream

barely touching the ground

our eyes half open
our heart half closed.

Not half knowing who we are
we watch the ghost of us drift
from room to room
through friends and lovers
never quite as real as advertised.

Not saying half we mean
or meaning half we say
we dream ourselves
from birth to birth
seeking some true self.

Until the fever breaks
and the heart can not abide
a moment longer
as the rest of us awakens,
summoned from the dream,
not half caring for anything but love.

~ Stephen Levine

Half life

Source: Unknown/Favim

We walk through half our life
as if it were a fever dream

barely touching the ground

our eyes half open
our heart half closed.

Not half knowing who we are
we watch the ghost of us drift
from room to room
through friends and lovers
never quite as real as advertised.

Not saying half we mean
or meaning half we say
we dream ourselves
from birth to birth
seeking some true self.

Until the fever breaks
and the heart can not abide
a moment longer
as the rest of us awakens,
summoned from the dream,
not half caring for anything but love.

~ Stephen Levine

Not knowing

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I may not know my original face

but I know how to smile.

I may not know the recipe for the diameter

of a circle but I know how to cut a slice

for a friend. I may not be Mary or the Buddha

but I can be kind. I may not be a diamond

cutter but I still long for rays of light

that reach the heart.

I may not be standing on the hill of skulls

but I know love when I see it.

~ Stephen Levine

Not knowing

Photo credit: gleangenie from morguefile.com

I may not know my original face

but I know how to smile.

I may not know the recipe for the diameter

of a circle but I know how to cut a slice

for a friend. I may not be Mary or the Buddha

but I can be kind. I may not be a diamond

cutter but I still long for rays of light

that reach the heart.

I may not be standing on the hill of skulls

but I know love when I see it.

~ Stephen Levine

In the realm of the passing away

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This is the realm of the passing away. All that

exists does not for long.

Whatever comes into this world never stops sliding

toward the edge of eternity.

Form arises from formlessness and passes back,

arising and dissolving in a few dance steps between

creation and destruction.

We are born passing away.

Seedlings and deadfall all face forward.

Earthworms eat what remains.

We sing not for that which dies but for that which

never dies.

~ Stephen Levine

___________________________________

For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.

~William Penn

In the realm of the passing away

Photo credit: floridawing from morguefile.com

This is the realm of the passing away. All that

exists does not for long.

Whatever comes into this world never stops sliding

toward the edge of eternity.

Form arises from formlessness and passes back,

arising and dissolving in a few dance steps between

creation and destruction.

We are born passing away.

Seedlings and deadfall all face forward.

Earthworms eat what remains.

We sing not for that which dies but for that which

never dies.

~ Stephen Levine

___________________________________

For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.

~William Penn