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Our Ground of Being
Our ground of being is awake and alive
A beautiful thing in a world that often
Strives for what it deep down knows
Cannot keep it satisfied
That is all very well
But seeks to bring our perfection
To a halt, to sully it, to assault,
To trap and dispute
The perfection of being that
Is the root of everything
Small big good and long
Abbreviated truncated, smashed
Torn blown apart
Funny ridiculous, hilarious
And smiles, Ancient, grouchy,
Fascist or beguiled, all these things
Come and go in the ground of our
Being ….The perfection we claim
To be too simple, the perfection we
Claim not to know.
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Too much intellectual pride and not enough intellectual beauty
To Thine own Self be True
The Frost performs its secret ministry,Unhelped by any wind. Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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