~
it was easy giving up god-ness
once it was explained
~
first you told me
there are no chosen ones
if you understand
there is no end
there was no beginning
we all are equal
in this moment
~
which took me off the hook
~
then you said
get over naming me
it can’t be done
love is a verb
so just stop trying.
Be a verb
instead
~
so I uncluttered my altar
but you say that prayer is still important
and I’m left wondering what this means
~
then the flowers and the bees
shared their intelligence
and told me it’s no secret that
the singularity
of the velocity and structure of light
is more
than I’ve ever
allowed imagining
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sin·gu·lar·i·ty n
a point at which a complex function is undefined because it is neither differentiable nor single-valued while the function is defined in every neighborhood of the point.
Also called singular point
Picture: watermelon carving
this poem really spoke to me, its beautiful
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I’m really glad Peggy. Thank you. I had to trust it would come out right. The words just tumbled out all over the place and I pieced them together like a puzzle starting in the middle and working in all directions.
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you
are an immeasurable
light
~
an
un·pro·nounce·a·ble
verb
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Words of friendly endearment … thank you. So let’s play with this idea of us all being verbs. I bet very young children perceive their reality this way. The best children’s books lean in this direction come to think of it…
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