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When Life Passes Me By With Uncertainty - Pamela Tanner
Written while the Pope was dying and the world was grieving.
 When life passes me by with uncertainty
I create a magical world within me
It reaches far beyond my stream of consciousness
It touches lives with a warm, penetrating light of healing
I escape often to my magical world and cultivate pure serenity,
That brings blissful peace to my heart and soul
I am safe and secure there
My smiles have their own energy and knowing
Not a being can hurt me there for they have not felt the
Full depth of the love that envelopes me
I have known great love, deep love, profound and sensitive love
Love that transcends time beyond space
Living without this purity of feelings and thoughts
Is not truly living at all
Breathing transforms into sighing
Living transforms into dying
It is a slow, meandering death
Cells starving for nurturance, slough off into a sea of oblivion
The garden of my soul dries up, squeezing life into a wasteland
A wasteland of broken promises, betrayals, deceit and hidden truths
The true beauty lies within the truth
Courage and commitment are born in truth
Truth is the sustenance of life
Of love, of strength, of wisdom and the very essence of our core
Truth demands respect of one's true self
Of one's true trusted, sacred, adored loved ones
We know not why it is
It is just what it is
Simply and purely it is everything that is meaningful, benevolent,
Transformational and all encompassing
May the heavens part like the red sea of emotional writhing
To lift me to rapturess heights of integral enlightenment
To transform one through this quiet desperation of missing,
Longing and formidable heart murmurs and hard rumors
To a peaceful, lost state where joyful, blissful love,
Permeates my soul and fills the window wells of life
Where my bright, white light has filtered through the
Cataclysm of proverbial darkness to restore my resolve
I don't belong here, never have
It's time to fly, to spread the wings bestowed upon me
To soar back home where my presence is a blessed gift
Where I am embraced for who and what I am
For who and what I have become
I drink the wine of passion, of illusion
Now my tears melt me
Too many streams run through my heart
Bursting veins of covert recognition
Not enough dams to stop the flow of lost love
Of lost dreams, of lost hopes, of lost life
Risking closeness, marathon runners abound
I am powerless to move mountains
Powerless to stop the hemorrhage of my own demise
Too weary for any more battles
Nothing left to fight for
Surrender and acceptance are mine
I must quiet my mind and sleep for all eternity
Eternity was the chosen calling of my love
With promises of forever and a day
I miss everything that was real
Everything that was unbelievably unreal
I will never walk this road again
This journey is over
Never to return through repetitive nuances of
Indelible memory imprinting
Every beat drives thunderous rigidity into the soil unturned
Time like a tempestuous temptress, has its way with you
Depositing new seeds
Cultivating new gardens
Nurturing new souls
Demanding the growth of stronger weeds
Forcing us all to tend to our own gardens that reside where we live
Shining our own bright light of sun
Watering our own blend of foliage
To bear our own fruit with the labour of our own love
For when all is done
When all has evaporated
All that lingers, is love
Pamela Tanner Copyright (C) March 2005
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