Posted by Hanging from a tree among the trees – a man of white.
Such blue surrounds us.
Leaves gently move on a soft breeze.
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I look to him.
Hard, dirty suffering – when will it end?
Comfort comes, comfort of a human solidarity now divine.
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You draw my attention inwards to you.
Gently and wonderfully I feel isolation become compassion within.
You make the death of suffering a new life thing.
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A Crow lands, bearing witness to change.
Black is mind accepting its place.
Black is the light of your presence.
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This man of white hangs before me.
My master, my brother, my friend.
He asks that compassion become an energy of loving embrace.
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He is love in my deepest place.
That ‘no-place’ that intellect tries to claim
But does not understand.
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The white man, hanging, claims this ‘no-place’
Gives it freely to me.
It was there all along.
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Live from that hidden place
Where the white man hangs no more.
Let his compassion be yours.