This will be my last poetry post for some time. The main reason for this is that one of my original intents by posting was to promote my books, and that has been spectacularly unsuccessful. In addition, when we post to many sites, we are potentially surrendering our copyright on whatever we post, to that site (read the terms of service), and I do not wish to give up any more of my material to these sites. I intend to start posting essays on practical topics, but the old poetry posts will remain. My books will still be available at http://stores.lulu.com/store.php?fAcctID=1290120
Bless~

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The magnificent teacher
runs through all of us,
in our blood,
in our ways,
in every thing we do.

Deep inside the mystery
hidden deep inside ourselves,
all of the truths
and all of the lies
become merely a lesson plan.

What are we doing
in this strange school,
and who's running this madhouse
anyway?

Only the Friend
that we see in the mirror,
only this wine
that we hold in our hand.