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Poem sent by Eric in Santa Cruz

Save your mentally manufactured tales of enlightenment-to-come
for someone else's ears.
The price to enter this love
is your hope for a better future.

We are not a crowd of beggars here.
You and I have been down that long, twisted road
all the way to its end.
Here we do not ask God for favors
but instead celebrate the light in each other's eyes.

So if you are ready to stop denying yourself
your own beauty,
you have come to the right place.
Wake up now and praise this day
when you realized that God's eyes
are the ones you are looking out of, and into.

Praise this day-
and with each breath you take
be filled with the golden arc of love
which announces the ending of
your argument with God.

Praise this day
simply because it exists
and sit down in the warm skin
of your own lap;
for you are home
and it is time to rest
in the merciful light
of your own eyes.

Adyashanti "My Secret is Silence"

Poem Sent In By Mahesh Grossman

PROMISCUOUS

Lord, make us promiscuous

with our love.

Give us an orgy

in our heart.

Now is not the hour

to love one at a time.

Make our palate extract pleasure

from each of Your flavors:

Ugly, Gorgeous, Fragrant, Putrid—

Let all delight.

Yes, make this place

beneath our breast a total slut.

Then, Lord, our minds

can finally love like Yours.