40th Birthday Poem
It may be a cloudy and musty beginning of a new day
Right now at 8 AM when many will resume the toil
That Labor Day seemed a token reprieve, as today
Ends the 40th Earth orbit by tomorrow time of 10:48 AM
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On a certificate of birth documenting my life on Earth;
Commemorating four decades of life as a human,
As St. George Harrison plays “All Things Must Pass,”
Dearest George passing on during this current orbit.
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Man’s awareness of his transience is the source of his
Greatest profundity and suffering in a chronic war with
Dying. Just like we call the homeless “transients” in
The the streets of rich cities, yet I am homeless for good.
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Los Angeles is best for rest as All Things Have Passed
In truth since my own death, one permanent into
This life on a desert Winter night, February 21, 1991
When my name lost all meaning and separation.
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This name was transformed into an unmoved mover,
As all hate of self and other ceased along with
Feelings past and future left behind. I peeled
No layers of onion in self discovery where
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Nothing is left but bits of onion scattered and tears.
Mine was marked with dying physically for two years,
Living dead on meds for three times those years,
Finally re-entering life with what is left of all who pass:
LOVE ALONE
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Uncle Larry Songs and Poems 