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CONTEMPLATION
Tune: Those Were the Days
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When in the midst of strife
The other strikes my life
And that encounter
Will not let me flee
It’s then I honor him
Though he be foe or friend
And I become the
All that is not me.
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And in my past I find
The fatefulness of time
But then a transfor-
mation comes to me
I then begin my poem
In mystery alone
And I am Adam
In all History
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And the Not-yet I see
Is cut from under me
So fast it comes as
Possibility
Then my reality
Is change externally
And I become the
All of yet to be
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And deep within I see
The fact that I just be
And unrepeatably
This one this self
Free passion then I live
My depthless life I give
I find that I be
Being in myself.
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