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he who loves lost, loves lest facing loss,.....................
he who loves lost, loves lest facing loss,
&finds love's loss-leaders kindalike facing each'other's losses
so where'd
ye find that
lo
ve? &how'n'hell'd'ye
man
age 2'lose it, (so damn
lo st),
ye old boneheaded
bas t ard, you ?
&may
be "it" nevereally was t'b'gin wit
........didje ever think of th'at? huh?
& if'n ye lo
st it, (lov e),
ma y be ydon't des erve it
at a l l ?
youknowhathey say, don't ye?
youknowhathey say, don't ye?
youknowhathey say
here on th'is charnel-type'o
g'round, don't ye?& somuchso
that each'us
mustep
out side egothinkheadefinition
comfort-confinition w'alls of
all-of-our etceteran so'ons, (but ain't h'ardly an y damn'one
of us even gonna
try, right?!)
so there it be, & (t)here ye are........
o'where couldst thou be, my dear Love('s) loss-leader?
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Find love in loss
To live a meaningful life, each of us must step outside the familiar, confining walls of ego defenses and enter our own wilderness, our own charnel ground, to face honestly the truth of impermanence and loss. In the strange cemetery of imagination, mourning ourselves, we suddenly stumble upon what’s most essential. Facing loss, we find love.
–Lorne Ladner, from The Lost Art of Compassion (HarperSanFrancisco)
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