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THE HATER

EASTER

 

THE HATER 

 

SUBJECT: HATE

A: THERAPEE (the hater)
B: THERAPIST

 

A therapist friend of mine told me that I was a real hater. She said that I use the word “hate” frequently.

A: And you think that makes me a hater?

B: Well, yeah. Why else would you say it? Didn’t you tell me a few minutes ago that you saw a film last night that you really loved?

A: Oh yes. It was a wonderful movie, a great story; I loved every minute of it.

B: Loved? Or Liked?

A: Oh, well I guess I liked it a lot. I see what you mean.

B: Dontcha just hate it when that happens?


Lee Broom

 

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MY SHOES DON’T MATCH

 

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MY SHOES DON’T MATCH

My shoes don’t match
I said to myself
Observing one black and one brown.
One pointy toe
The other a moc
I noticed as I sat down.

I remembered a time
In Pershing Square
An orator holding his own
The end is nigh
Beware my friends
Repent before heading Home

Is he right I wondered
My shoes don’t match
I’d found them a moment ago
I repented not
They felt warm and snug
I left them on my toes.

My shoes don’t match
I said to myself
Observing one black and one brown.
One pointed toe
The other a moc
Each slipped over
A woolen sock
The time was passing
Tickety tock
A smile replacing a frown;

I have another pair just like these
And they are my very own.

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CH SIX
Lee Broom.

THE HATER

EASTER

SUBJECT: HATE
B: THERAPIST
A: THERAPEE (the hater)

A: A friend of mine told me that I was a real hater. She said that I use the word “hate” frequently.

B: And you think that makes you a hater?

A: Well, yeah. Why else would I say it?

B: Didn’t you tell me a few minutes ago that you saw a film last night that you really loved?

A: Oh yes. It was a wonderful movie, a great story; I loved every minute of it.

B: Loved? Or Liked?

A: Oh, well I guess I liked it a lot. I see what you mean.

B: Dontcha just hate it when that happens?

A MAN OF FEW WORDS

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A Man of Few Words.

He lived Love but never spoke of it. He was impossibly complex, subtle yet obvious, impossible to describe due to what (?), his peculiar sort of mediocrity (?), the aloof quality which was ever-present, whether shopping for a new automobile or when he in his most raggedy attire was on his hands and knees, all brown: I say all brown and dirty, playing marbles with his sons. But one could always depend on him to use only whatever words were necessary to say whatever it was he had to say.

Oh yes.

His name was Dixie.

He was my Father.

I called him Lovey.

Living and Serving and Moving Along (Photography by Sandra Schou)

MUD PIES

Photography by Sandra Schou

Competitive spirit, the will of the weak
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Of proof.
Wasted moments of life without purpose
Uncomfortably
Long of tooth.

So where are they now; What purpose was served
What evidence
Did survive?
(Arms out. Now walk. Now jump up and down.
Replicate
Signs of Life.)

Competitive spirit; no more to be seen.
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Gone.
Service to Others; a life now with purpose
Confidence second to
None
Life again moving
Along.

By Lee Broom

 

MYTHTERY OH MYTHTERY

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“Don’t be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others.Unfold your own myth.” ~ Rumi

MYTHTERY OH MYTHTERY
BY Lee Broom

Does it matter that I got it right?

Must Eleven rhyme with Heaven?

Why not Seven?

Isn’t it enough that I experienced Love?

Must I care……

That I err?

Or whether?

Or never?

Who is to judge?

When will it stop?

Perhaps if I lock……..

The door.

(I shall permit only speechless animals in my life.)

(I shall nod my head and tap my toes to the changeless rhythm of the many Faces of Fear and then I’ll be able to continue with my studies.)

Will I still be able to experience Love?

I wonder what Rumi would say,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

(What is so Mythterious, Lee.)

SOMEONE GAVE ME A HUG TONIGHT

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1976 was the worst year of my life. 1977 was the best. In 1977 a new friend told me the following things. In the years to pass I would discover them for myself. They are as follows:

Love is the Power that heals.

Love is the Power that overcomes fear.

Love is the Power that forgives.

Love is the Power that is offered with no expectation of anything in return. Love is Completely Unconditional.

Love is present when we cry.

Love is the energy contained in the laugh of a child or the cry of the warrior holding the lifeless body of a fallen comrade.

We humans, like everything else in nature possess a motive for everything we do, even when that motive is an unconscious event. In other words being the self-centered critters that we are, Love as a deliberate act is unnatural. We cannot “do” Love. But we recognize the feeling it leaves in us, usually after that feeling ebbs.

Where does Love come from?

Love is within arm’s reach.

What is Love?

Love is…

That’s all.

I feel loved when I say “I accept”.

I feel loved when I help another, especially if the person I am helping is unaware of what I am doing.

And, I was told that even though I thought I had lost everything, I still had something that someone else needed.