Sunday, May 23, 2010

There Are Only Wounds Where There Is Love RK Illumination

Wounds Can Only Be Where There Is Love

                                                                            RK Illumination II


Tiny squirrels like caricatures are about.
They have won the evo-race for enchanting cuteness as you’d think tiny squirrels would.
They wander about.
They are not road-wise and many drivers not patient.

So many of the little bits of life merge back quickly
into the cycle, it is the Deepening
Scenery of the country life.

A still body
in the road ahead--
A cat.
And the sorrow increases with a strange layer-- more than if a skunk-
(No one would mourn a skunk? You hope it is s skunk, one without babies)
but it’s a cat.
In that house just  there
will be a crying
woman and a teared up little boy because there was Max, a family member, lying smashed in the road just by the driveway.

The mourning of the cat is due to the love that was given it in life.
(When a thing is loved, it gains some sort of spiritual or physical or molecular or ethereal weight?
(When one loves another, the lover gives credence and power and life to the love object?

A dog
well loved
becomes so filled with loveforce
that many weep and mourn inconsolably at his passing, far more than for a human member of the family not given such infusions of love.

God loves the skunk.
(They say, Not a sparrow falls to the ground but He knows.)

But
Life ending is a Resisted Gift and a Wound.

The Road in the Sun.

when you see it is a dog,
There
the circles of sorrow grow large,
you cannot help but see them, they blind you,
large and crashing like the
saltwater waves he liked to play in
coming again and
again to the shore

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