Growing Older Together And Apart

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To D.C

For every opportunity

we Seize

to meet Again

there is an added line

another Rivulet of Time

along the mouth or eye

and of course the Expanding gray

thinning the dark depth

of your hair

Yet beyond the references

of Time, you are forever youthful

lithe and light footed

as years pass you Hover,

unseen, above ground

rising just a tad

with every meeting

As I watch you

I see Myself

the rivulets, the Time

the Thinning Darkness

only I, I tread this earth heavily

with each year my imprint

becomes more defined

further encrusted with Dirt

as if I were to become

more of this Matter

as you become

more of this Ether

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Art Work By Yaron Rosner

 

November 11

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To my Father who Honored this Day with Fervor

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le 11 Novembre

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Soaked in the Loss of 8 Million

Dead, Wasted and Mutilated

You Grew

Honoring them Religiously

Every November

the Sound of church Bells

Bugles

A Command to Memory

year after year

 the struggle for freedom

its Maintenance

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Vigilantly you moved ahead

Marked with the Impermanence

of your generation

it was shock

not surprise

When It Happened All Over Again

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You engaged yourself

as you knew They had,

the Millions who Fought

for your Freedom,

you Honored them

by never giving up

and Fighting for Ours

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The Pitter Patter Of Words

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The Comfort in Connecting

One to Another

obliviating for a moment

 immanent loneliness

 one that never really goes away

rather stands for you at the Ready

Remains waiting

after Love’s

laughs and fears

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Keeps us Longing

until we hear

in our Patter

  the Breath

we draw

from an identical

Life Source

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 Atoms to Atoms

the Rumi in Us

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Art Work by Yaron Rosner

Art Work by Yaron Rosner

Monsters

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articulating the depths

of your vulnerability

for the children you brought forth

was unbearable

made you powerfully belligerent

which in turn immobilized

those who could

the ensuing disaster

the sense of being both the victim

and the perpetrator, at the mercy

of your madness

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Monsters also age,

where fire once raged

puffs of smoke swirl

into cloud formations

but knowledge of damage done

never fades

only memory thins

such a transparent veil

where what exists is what’s before you

and you, you billow, in a wind

of nameless remorse and gratefulness

Would it be Grace?

Photograph By Nick Zungoli

Photograph By Nick Zungoli

The Sundering

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To All My Sisters

 

Smooth Roundness

such Bells of Flesh

calling to Feed

both body and soul

Ring out in their Sensuous

appeal for tenderness

These bells, Embodiment

of how we nurture Life into Being

and Being into Humanity,

these fine bells

tense and loud at first

then longer

more Sonorous with Time,

extensions of our heart’s Fiber

like limbs of deeper giving

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To sever these bells

is to remove our outward

manifestation

as Life Givers

it comes at great sacrifice

endows us, yes,

with a profounder grasp

of our responsibility

as Thrones of Life,

still

Bereavement

arises first

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Art Work By Yaron Rosner

Art Work By Yaron Rosner

Summer Retreating

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The Sun’s Power

Recedes

my body contracts

Wise to the oncoming Chill

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Birds Gather

the Smell of thirsty leaves

books and classroom doors

the Sound of Bells,

distant Now

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One more year

One more groove

in my palm

many more grey filaments

Connecting me Forward

And Back

to so much Time

Walking this Earth

Be it Half a blink

In the Span of this Spinning planet

All the same,

 Crickets

Mindlessly pursue their rubbing

Now to keep Warm

until overpowered,

they Drop

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Photograph by Nick Zungoli

Photograph by Nick Zungoli

When You Leave

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yaron B&W

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When you Leave

we enter a state

of Suspension,

lasts the length

of your Absence

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waiting

we Sway

in the wake

of your Departure

whisper one to another

in a crescendo of utterances,

fall quiet on hearing your name

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warmth of three hearts

Beating

three souls

Echoing

through the current

of each beat

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deftly

we summon Patience

as we Float

in our Limbo

awaiting your Return

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The Chosun Moment

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The Moment the world

as you know it

 Shifts

Slips onto a parallel path

oddly Arduous

yet so Enriched

teaches the intense

Fulfillment of Perseverance

at the heart of adversity

And if Chosen

Humility

in the face

of ever-changing

Constancy

Revealing

our infinitesimal place

in Life’s Design

The Challenge

Of Being

Here, Now

So close And so far

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stepping onto the dojang floor

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 The Moment of Agency

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The Chosun Moment

The Urn

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the urn

Scatter me

you said

to the Four Winds

that I might fly

at last

deepest wish

and strongest fear

you said

that I may mingle

in laughter, tears

words of truth

and foolishness

you said

that I might visit

close and far

wide and near

simultaneously

with different particles

of my Self

you said

that in Death

I be what I was in Life

a lingering Flame

at once important

and

 insignificant

Boxes

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boxes with painting

I store

my Memories

in Multicolored

Boxes

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Some

I open

Often

others

on Occasion

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there are those

I see

But never Touch

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And those

I don’t even See

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