Saint Valentine’s Day 2025

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Oh God, I’m here to learn to be a man.

Or maybe that’s too small a goal itself.

To learn to give away the man I am

to grow invisibly some kind of health

of being which itself cannot be seen.

A creature which, no light has ever  touched,

though no less real, if you know what I mean.

We’re meant to learn to partner - very much

within a bigger body, which humans 

can sense (but not through naked sense alone)

it is discerned by metaphor and can

be sensed with common sense, and then be known.

With flesh and bony body, which in some

poetic kind of understanding stands.

No other creature on the earth has come

quite near to understanding it. Humans

can “get it”, as one might just “get” a joke.

But maybe not these bigger bodies, though

if all the humans in them laughed and spoke

together, social bodies might more show.

Become more visible to human eyes,

as friendship, say, might then somehow be seen,

appreciated, not so much disguised.

We might then sense what now we only mean.

That humming, crooning, happy as a purr,

of t-w-o-man* that can then sustain those who

have partnered to comprise it, though they were

before like single cells, just One & Two.

Though similar in very many ways,

yet diff’rent ’nough to fit together well,

as friendship, or as parenting displays.

This partnership embodies anti-hell.

Though, sometimes is can be the portal for

enable-ing the stuff of hell to hold

and multiply, to get some purchase, more

like form a bridgehead, from which sortés bold-

ly go out hunting, gathering their stuff,

to help hell be the big reality,

“de owner” with its purchased pow’r enough

to overthrow, and conquer, by its greed.

But this one human who lives in those worlds

of thoughts and words and acts that bring on change

will recognise and grow the love that’s hurled

so far into a future that's arranged

as possibility right from the start.

And then creative love’s “partnered” with some,

to bring it on, & out, from at the heart

of ev’rything & ev’ry “partnered” one.

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*  t-w-o-man (pronounced tw-omen), the (mythical though real) creature formed on Earth, within the present evil age, from which all human individuals are born. In the present set-up, no human ever comes from another single human. A little part of a human has to be placed in a secret place in a second human. This partnership must be enacted (& it sometimes sustains, as the habits of eating and drinking sustain humanity) on the stage of human history for a new likeness of creative love to develop. 

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