November 10-C, 2022

Dylan Thomas' poem, "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Light,
Rage, Rage Against The Dying Of The Light,"
misses the point that the light doesn't die,
and our dying may well be a transition
back into the light that is our origin and our destination.

One form of energy returning to another form of energy.
Energy being that which
"is neither created or destroyed."

 This is one of the qualities of God,
and now we see it is one of the qualities
of ourselves as well.

Nothing dies.
Everything is transformed.
As energy does what energy does.
Comes and goes,
to come and go.

We need to stop thinking
as we have always thought,
and consider the options
which, as William Blake suggests are infinite,
once the "doors of perception are cleansed."

We are limited only by the way
we see things,
by the way we say that things are.

We need to re-think the entire wad.
And let it be all about energy
coming and going,
to come and go some more.

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