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<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Hi folks - to my HUGE chagrin, I seem to have
missed not one but TWO poems (and I thought I was being soooo careful to store
them all in a separate folder). My apologies to ALL the poets, for now I
must ask you all to take a second look and re-cast your votes for the <STRONG>16
AMAZING POEMS</STRONG>.</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>THANKS, ONE AND ALL, FOR YOUR FORBEARANCE AND
UNDERSTANDING - HEY, I WASN'T JOKING WHEN I SAID MY MEMORY HAS TAKEN A NOSE-DIVE
- ACTUALLY, DID I EVER <STRONG>SAY</STRONG> THAT ????? I CAN'T
REMEMBER . . . .</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>HUGS TO ALL - AND SAFE TRAVELS TO ALL THOSE ON
THEIR WAY TO DOWN UNDER! HERE ARE THE 16 CHOICES . . . .</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2><B>
<P>1.</P></B>
<P>ONOSONOS<BR><BR>What is it?<BR>Is it a political movement?<BR>Or perchance
just a social affair?<BR>Or is it a much deeper process?<BR>Does it have a mite
'mystical' air?<BR>Forfend we should try to define it,<BR>dissect it, titrate
it, for fear<BR>that our postmodern administrations<BR>would destroy what we all
hold so dear.<BR>(I just so much wish I were there!)<BR></P>
<P> </P><B>
<P>2.</P></B>
<P>THE SEED<BR><BR>Crack open a possibility<BR>And get your bet down<BR>Roll the
dice through the warm furrow<BR>Call forth the soaking, roiling
heavens<BR>Breathe deep the gifts of sunny summer days<BR>And absorb the muscled
mercies of a gardeneršs hand<BR>Commune with the change of seasons full and
seasonšs end<BR>Stretch out your sweet intention.<BR>Gather close all the
children<BR>Whisper the truth<BR>Behold the future</P><B>
<P> </P>
<P>3.</P></B>
<P>OSLIST</P>
<P>The Open Space Community,</P>
<P>A life-line this past year,</P>
<P>Of invasions and uncertainty.</P>
<P>Spirited conversations,</P>
<P>Circling the globe,</P>
<P>Weaving a web</P>
<P>Of love, trust, hope, healing, </P>
<P>And, best of all, challenge,</P>
<P>Opening space in cyberspace,</P>
<P>A technology for transformation.</P>
<P> </P><B>
<P>4.</P></B>
<P>TRANSFORMATION<BR><BR>Open space in your heart<BR>Drill
down<BR>down<BR>down<BR>Past all fears<BR>Let them go<BR>Arrive in virgin open
space<BR>Where you become brand new<BR>once again<BR>and greet yourself as if
for the first time.</P>
<P> </P>
<P> </P><B>
<P>5.</P></B>
<P>TEN LINES FOR FRIENDS IN NOVEMBER<BR><BR>Now, as vernal and autumnal dance
their biannual swirl<BR>Over the sea out my window and diagonal to my point on
this globe<BR>Vitality flows through the unexamined places<BR>Embraced by my
friends as they gather in<BR>Marysville, non descript and of no particular
geography<BR>But the centre of one of my worlds for a moment<BR>Explorers
dancing in the space of decades<BR>Returning to their centres, the vast opened
places<BR><BR>1000 hearts could beat together in that place and yet<BR>One would
be left behind, butterflying in descending darkness.</P>
<P> </P><B>
<P>6.</P></B>
<P>Caught like a cup<BR>Full<BR>Brimmed with the beauty<BR>Of the human
heart<BR>Alone together<BR>Alert<BR>To the tender intelligence<BR>Of the not
quite born<BR>Becoming.</P>
<P> </P><B>
<P>7.</P></B>
<P>I have felt the earthy peace that grows from the center of the circle.<BR>In
rainy budapest the bus arrives; late that night we find small beds.<BR>The
russians are coming after days on an ancient train.<BR>Morning in the village:
eighty people, eighteen tongues, and the shock<BR>Of a coup in russia. the space
yawns open like an earthquake fault.<BR>But peace is a living being, like
snaking shoots of ivy that wrap and<BR>intertwine us.<BR>On the third day
yeltsin stands triumphant in the street. and here a trunk<BR>yawns
open:<BR>Vodka by the case, and eighty crystal glasses. we toast. we sing. we
dance!<BR>My father taught me to hate the russians - their menacing blood-red on
the<BR>world map - but<BR>I have felt the earthy peace that grows from the
center of the circle.<BR><BR></P><B>
<P>8.</P></B>
<P>O...ne with the greater<BR>P...ractice letting go<BR>E...xpanding
the<BR>N...ow<BR>- Together...<BR>S...tep into the unknown<BR>P...ractice
peace<BR>A...ll dancing<BR>C...ircling<BR>E...merging</P>
<P> </P><B>
<P>9.</P></B>
<P>back in the USA<BR>meeting friends south of San Francisco bay<BR>hearts
opening in the october sun like garage doors<BR>marshmellow peeps and electrical
bonfire<BR>Giants and Angels fighting everywhere<BR>national flags on the
lawns<BR>pumpkins pumpkins pumpkins<BR>Bush Putin Sharon the Halloween
monsters<BR>will I ever understand this country?<BR>hoping the cat sitter does a
good job in Munich</P><FONT size=2>
<P> </P>
<P> </P><B>
<P>10.</P></B></FONT>
<P>What is it ? what is it ?</P>
<P align=center>to go to the center </P>
<P align=center>and then leave it open </P>
<P align=center>to sit at the rim </P>
<P align=center>enjoying </P>
<P align=center>the space - the place - the now </P>
<P align=center>what touches my heart ? </P>
<P align=center>so deep and free </P>
<P align=center>to let myself and others </P>
<P align=center>so spaciously free to be ?</P>
<P align=center></P><B>
<P align=center> </P>
<P>11.</P></B>
<P>A CIRCLE LINE IN OPEN SPACE<BR><BR>the first line starts alone as
mine<BR>line two is totally for you<BR>number three lets us now say: we<BR>a
fourth one leads us further on<BR>to number five which gives life<BR>for a sixth
one for to mix up<BR>with the seventh even yet having<BR>contact to the white
number eight<BR>which leads to line number nine<BR>ending with ten in closing
down -- to one again.</P><FONT size=2>
<P><BR></P></FONT><B>
<P>12.</P></B>
<P>leaves are falling in the twilight<BR>all over the world<BR>on secret
lakeshores and mountainsides.<BR>As you prepare to walk the circle<BR>pick up a
leaf and read it. <BR>We are a bundle in a basket, <BR>little children
starting<BR>on a journey, being wrapped<BR>with such care that we might <BR>look
to the sky and weep with wonder</P>
<P> </P><B>
<P>13.</P></B>
<P>SIGHTINGS . . . </P><FONT size=2>
<P></P></FONT>
<P>they say when deer </P>
<P>come into your life </P>
<P>you should beware </P>
<P>(not afraid) </P>
<P>gentle with yourself </P>
<P>new adventure </P>
<P>is not far behind </P>
<P>this weekend I saw </P>
<P>and was seen </P>
<P>seven times...</P><B>
<P> </P>
<P>14.</P></B>
<P>space opens<BR><BR>in hearts when <BR>compassionate listening
lingers<BR><BR>in minds teasing<BR>sparks of new ideas to <BR>ignite positive
passion<BR><BR>in rooms<BR>where collective spirit<BR>waters and warms the juicy
seeds<BR>of right action</P><FONT size=2></FONT>
<P> </P><B>
<P>15.</P></B>
<P>Awaiting with no expectations<BR>yet delicious anticipations<BR>the
opportunity to couple<BR>in the swirl of the dance<BR>in Marysville<BR>with
people who know<BR>that holding space for people<BR>to be<BR>is the sweetest
gift a holder<BR>can receive</P>
<P> </P><B>
<P>16.</P></B><FONT size=2>
<P>OPEN SPACE GATHERINGS<BR><BR>Standing at the edge of a "Fairy -ring"
circle<BR>Taken, by the magic, by the form<BR><BR>How deeply interconnected. Our
roots mush<BR>Yet leave room, in our forum<BR><BR>The rings grow wider every
year, or so they say<BR>Mushrooms coming, far and near, to stay the
day<BR><BR>Very soon -we are all gone.<BR>Yet on a day of sweet breath and light
(or any day you desperately<BR>need it's might...)<BR><BR>The roots appear and
hold again<BR>Re-member every cell and vein.<BR></P></FONT><B>
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