The Happy Poet
“I
am, and life is merely something that I do,”
said
the Happy Poet, on the occasion of his lover’s
mother
death, revealing the deepest mystery
of his
life, the journey to his true self; —
Not
in entire forgetfulness did he come from God,
who
is our Home, but with the divine imperative
to
be whole and complete; and from life to life,
he
returned to grow into his true self; —
An
“I” of God, whole and complete unto himself,
as
choreographed by the divine imperative of the way
of
what is to come; and the Happy Poet can now sit
on
his front deck and sip on his glass of sherry,
because
he is what he longed to be.
Composed
in Georgian Bay,
Tuesday,
August 22, 2023
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