Meditations on the Mysteries of Life : A Book of Poetry and Art, Paperback by...
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Meditations on the Mysteries of Life : A Book of Poetry and Art, Paperback by.... Meditations on the Mysteries of Life : A Book of Poetry and Art, Paperback by Leach, Patrick J., ISBN 1466321113, ISBN-13 9781466321113, Brand New, Free shipping in the US Also available in a full-color and book asks important questions about being alive. Footprints on Fresh Snow. Defoliation of Self. Great Spirit. In the Bean Patch on a Warm Spring Day. I am a Swift Moving River. What If This Is Hell? My Love Is Afraid. Insatiable Love. Where Does It Hurt. The Sparrows Gather Here. A Man and a Woman. Perhaps This Is Paradise. Darkness Between Intervals. Intuit. The Dark Detour Down. At My Mother's Grave. Tomorrow I Live Or Die Inside. A Deadly Combination, Especially Tonight. A Porous Membrane. Why Do You Keep Coming Back? Night Crossing. Duct Tape and Bailing Wire. Daring Not to Speak. A Foggy Night. The Sun Is Down. These poems and more are waiting for you. Defoliation of SelfI sleep with the window open and the furnace offIt rests my mindI love being alone after days out with people, orWithout them working outside defoliating weedsAnd blackberries, truth be told I lost my trust in People long ago, Diagnosis: not very socialI work alone, talk to myselfMeditate with my eyes open pushing andPulling machines on wheelsDescribed myself as extroverted,The tests I took said introvertIn high school I earned a perfect score onReading comprehensionNot so high on anything elseDiagnosis: obsessed with selfKnow a woman who swallowed glass,Called for an ambulanceWhy would you harm yourself andThen immediately call for help?I ask myself, why do one or the other?Diagnosis: dangerous to selfYou keep moving on from man to man wonderingWhy they leave you or you leave them after years togetherGrowing further and further apartDiagnosis: unknownI sleep with the window open under5 wool blankets and a comforter,By myself, I like my life, feel close to theSpiritual presence of creator A Foggy Night 1The busses are all running lateTraffic is badTempers are running shortThe rent is due with nothing left to payWhat is a man to do?My favorite thing to do on a night Like this is to walk and walkThink things throughMake plansAnd this is what I'll do 2The night we argued and went our ownSeparate ways it was like thisFoggy, congested, dark, and wetNeon light so inviting to lure you inTake advantage before letting you go away again 3What does a man think about the nightBefore he is put to death?What does he feel?Of all possibilities, what does he want forHis last night on earth? Who with?Are these not legitimate questions to askOneself on a night like this?Why wait for a sentence of death? IntuitFear not deathWelcome her when she comesAn old woman heavy with new lifeCarried on rivers flowing into new oceansCarried from this to theNext by our angels of life The Sun Is DownThe sun is downThe work is doneTravails of living On the mendTime to relaxEnjoy peace of mindMeditate on silenceOf this nightBefore the day begins Again
