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. | 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 | 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 | 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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