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Hi Gang,

 

Here is a poem of mine that I read at the gathering:

 

Separation

 

When I was very young, I was told about the boundaries between nations

and states.

When I was a little older, I went to look for them.

I searched hard and long, walking back and forth, my eyes glued to the

ground, looking for the lines, which separated nations and states.

I did not find them.

When I was middle aged, I was told about the boundaries between people,

the ego structures that make you you and also make me me.

When I was a little older, I went looking for them.

I searched long and hard, talking back and forth, my ears glued to the

sound, listening for the descriptions of thoughts or emotions which were

truly different, truly separate.

I did not find them.

Now that I am old, I am told of the separation between life and death.

When I am a little older, I shall go to look for it.

 

Love, Mark