Love Transcends Law

there is no love
that is lawless....
love transcends law

and becomes.
any true god
does not limit
that for which we were born.

the only boundary
to love is honesty,
and the willingness

to give at all costs!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Mystical!

that which we call mystical
is no more than the simple,
and the common unwrapped

by caring hands,
and seen through the eyes
of compassion...

the secret sacredness
of the universe,
contained in the mundane!

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Wolf Cub

rolled up in a ball
in the curling hollow
of your heart...

the wolf cub sleeps,
milk dripping from his chin....

dreaming of blood,
shadow and flesh....

your heart races!

the wind whispers
his lullaby...

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Do I Believe

do i believe...
in Jesus?...

a perfected human being
walking in total compassion...
totally involved in life
and living... immersed
in meeting needs
by selfless action...

'the Way, the Truth,
and the Life...'

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Snail Crossing.... (Part Eleven)

the non-believer who acts selflessly
out of compassion and reverence
for all living beings,
is closer to god...
than the believer
who acts out of his own selfish desires,
and bows his head with arrogant pride!

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Bridge To Peace

the bridge to peace
is not constructed from nuclear weapons,
not made of modern technology,
not built out of political jargon,
or religious zeal...
this bridge is dialogue.
only the naked and honest may cross!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Loose Shutter

i am nothing more
than the loose shutter,
banging against the window
of a foreclosed house...

but the shutter,
the wind that blows it,
the window, and even
the empty rooms...

all have faces,
all have names!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Love Is A Death!

love is a death in itself...
drink deeply and long!
the hand on your heart,
frees your soul from your body.
the scent of passion,
burns in the temple of hope...
what you call hunger,
is life redeeming itself!

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Intelligence, Or Wisdom?

intelligence measured...
test tubes, or degrees,
black robes, dialogue,

swords arrogant drawn...
wisdom though,
validated by experience,

cannot be measured,
but knows enough to
keep the sword in the sheath!

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Ego/Soul

the ego spurts
onto fresh laid sheets,
pounds its chest and shouts,
'i have left my mark! '
yet the soul laughs quietly,
shakes the dust from its feet...
and turns with a grin,
knowing well the banter of fools!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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