Death of arete

Santa Claus Died

and
my soul is crying to the depths of connection

relationships
are
the reality of the heart

i awoke this morning to reading
the Cedar Rapids Gazette
and
my mothers favorite page
the obituaries

Price Elemuel Slate
died

in my childhood home
when santa arrived on christmas eve
as jolly as jolly can be
it was
Price

i am realizing how
absolutely
nothing
i am

i am realizing how
absolutely
everything
OUR
relationship
IS

BEING
the play
within the SPACE of
beautiful pure perfect love
surrounding
US
ALL

i am remembering
that
ONE
commandment of native american wisdom
which always seemed to ring so true

BE ONE WITH THE CREATOR

BEING THE CHILD IN THE SPACE..... PLAYING
is ALL
i am