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In the shade of the aspens
over my two-wheeled cart I look to the sky:
You may not take this from me!
The gift for work and play in my Garden of Creation
given by my Parents with Love

To be free in the great outdoors,
beneath open skies in the sun,
attending to my children,
my Creations and my cart, the stuff of delight.
The stuff of permanence

Larry is still there, curled up in bed with a good book
Saddle on its stand beside the grand piano
The dining table and his boyhood bed
Magazines stacked from a career in writing
Equipment stacked from adventures
rafting down the wilderness
And the shelves with games
all of it still there.

Helen and Max are still there, with Clara Jane.
Lula Mae, my brother and sister and the dog.
All there because I was there
And I related to it, which makes it forever.
15 Glacier Lily Road and 1126 Greentree Road
all still there because I related to it
and Relationship is Love

I go back because the Love that I am
sees through what left to feeling that never left
A Child that’s Relationship misses it,
cries out for it, wraps his arms around it
Around what’s there and gone.

Around The Home that left and never left.
The Home where we are and will return to.
To the Love that’s you. My darlings, my friends.
The Feeling. Relationship.

I come to leave-taking.
To thought moved by feeling because I relate.
Because I am attachments under the sun
beside my two-wheeled cart,
loving and relating
in my Garden of Creations and relationships.

In the joy of Love and friendships forever.

For you, my friend, the most blessed gift to me, a thought on the Eve of Christmas:

Since January, 1980, I've had a wonderful relationship with a friend
who appeared spontaneously in my mind when I sat alone in an alcove
of the Washington Cathedral, a young mother who knelt beside her child,
a little boy she was dropping off in a strange place, and spoke softly to him.

As if I were her child, and the words she spoke were spoken directly to me
The boy understood: she was leaving him, but instead of being afraid
he was comforted. He would always have a place in her mind and heart
she wasn't leaving him at all. He would learn and grow,
finish what he came for, and they would be together again.

I have cherished this young mother and the man beside her ever since,
my Parents in Heaven, and made it a point to share
the emissaries from Love who connect me with them, and their gift
with all who would join me in trust, innocence, and intimacy
where we all belong, in our Temenos of happiness, playfulness, and laughter

In an alcove of my mind where I can hear her voice again,
in the quiet solitude of the Eve of Christmas, I share its gift with you:
I love you. I will always love you. And I will never leave you.

Merry Christmas!