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Random Poem:

... ♥-ஜღ¸.·´¸.·¨) there's an irregularity in some people

I've been regularly irregular as far as I can see, and I've looked halfway across forever today, and still, infinity remains to be seen.
I experienced an irregularity in the electrical rythming of the heart today -- the event became overwhelming -- and I felt as if I could lose myself into an infinite point -- a resolution -- my dAd, now incinerated by my hand just over a year ago, would've celebrated his 79th birthday last Friday -- so all week I've been experiencing variations on these heart arythmias -- today the UBC Hospital intervened until I recovered from the arythmik cataclysm.
I was considered an old soul when I arrived, given to irregularities, those interesting juxtapositions of space and time that I make, flickering in and out like that, in the wee blink of a gleam in your eye ...
I've studied Raja Yoga with a Guru in Chennai India -- he guided my work to becoming what you Love -- once, he told me in a dream that he wanted me to join him in the brighter-world, a descriptor for heaven I suppose -- I was elated then became quizzikal -- have I completed my rounds on this whirld -- I said, no, not yet, for the whirld is too beautiful to forget..
well the Doctor rythmikally massaged my carotid vein which slowed me down some -- then they introduced some beta-blockers and saline drip while they danced around me with many tools and testing aperati -- the machines bleeped my dismay for about a half hour or so -- then I closed my eyes and for a moment went deep within, I meditated and just then, the machines repeated a regular rythm and the Doctor exclaimed that I had made my own recovery.^.
yeah, so true, when you're halfway across forever, you've infinity left to do ...
... ♥-ஜღ¸.·´¸.·¨) ¸.·¨)
                      (¸.·´ (¸.·´ (¸.·¨¯`ღஜ-♥ ...
me with my regularly irregular heart and all the whirl'd  
radiant with beauty, because beauty is everywhere that I look, and these lookers they're reflecting how I'm so moved from this wonder into awe, making my eyes glimmer with the beauty that I saw
a flicker and the feeling of an immense moving Sea
sweet sweet sleep where deep calls to deep
is still inside of me

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