Jane -

Here is Jane's morning comment and poem.


John Edwards quits the race, 935 lies, 60th anniversary of Ghandi’s assassination, Maharishi retires.

 So much.

-j
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935 Lies
 
 
I find survival possible
when each day folds itself
silently into tomorrow
and then again tomorrow
at this petty pace.

It is the word
the taste, the dream
the thing that makes
my heart beat
and unwraps happiness.
 
Both the now and later
even as they both
foreshorten into
one another
are as essential as the breath.
 
When fear, not being,
focuses the now,
when lies, not doing,
define the later
who am I.
Where is the peace.
What is my piece.

    - Jane Ann Flint