Johnstown: Friday May 2nd, 1986: 2102h
P a t h   o f   3 1
©1986,2003   Jerral Sapienza & LLX Press

Happy 31st, Jerral
Jerral Sapienza
A legacy of breezes blew
From Masters, beckoned tell their tale
of how I came to hear the whispers,
Came to look behind the veil.

As Time, that gilded river flowed
and bore me too, on currents high
to peaks among the fettered millions, 
To valleys high above the sky.

The spoken silence, muted torrents,
loosed from locks and scattered free
have bound, united, torn asunder
All whose steps have walked with me.

Their lives, once simple peaceful patterns,
Now resound with thund'ring force
as shifted axes grind with power, 
Destinies have changed their course.

And though the shadows' scant illusions
blur when viewed from in between,
No one blessed with such confusions
Ever questioned what he's seen.

That Light here blazing, beaming like the sun.
I recognize within-- My Path of 31!

    -- 1717-1740-1754-2108
Another of the Birthday Poems... My view on the precipice of 31.

Note the lines of that third quattrain:

The spoken silence, muted torrents,
loosed from locks and scattered free
have bound, united, torn asunder
All whose steps have walked with me.
This was the year my friend JAM said that he'd noticed that I was something of a "Karmic Cyclotron" and tended to speed up the karma of anyone who chose to involve their life in mine. They would find, he said, quite an adventure on the path: It was always intense and interesting, not always peaceful, but certainly never boring!

I told him that was what I saw from this side, too... quite an adventure, sometimes confusing, but certainly always enlightening!

-J :-)


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