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Thursday, March 01, 2007 - ore 13:06
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
I once lived in a land where no one was negative;
where no one was angry,
and where no one lied.
The inhabitants loved each other beyond description,
so that they always told each other the truth;
which meant that all people were always in pain.
This suffering they welcomed as the deepest love;
a burning off the dross of their imperfections;
and they strove to constantly feel this burning,
which made them shine in the glistening of their
suffering like diamonds.
And the Endless Father of all
looked down upon them with great kindness,
for this was one of his favorite places.
And then I awoke, or was it that I slept?
And I found myself alone in a darker place,
where everyone was angry, and afraid.
Where every person was afraid of suffering,
and they lied to themselves to avoid the pain.
They lied to each other,
so that they would not be caught in their own lies,
and they never talked about it.
It became impolite to stare --
because everyone was hiding from the fear;
and everyone became alone,
so that none were truly friends,
because none could bear the truth.
Then again I slept, or was it that I awoke?
And I could remember,
like a distant dream that other place,
my home.
(richard lloyd)
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