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January 24, 2014

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What do you mean by unconditional love ( not from dogs or kids or saints)?

Thanks for this beautiful poem, Michael! I love the shape too. It reminds me of both a ladder and a well.

True and powerful and so deeply consoling. the human condition perfectly rendered yet again by Maestro Lally. The day is better having read this.

There's some characteristic Lally wit and imagery here, but you really can't take "it"--or anything--with you. And even when you walk through that door to the light, it's maybe just as likely you'll walk into that somewhere where it's always 3 AM.
Still,
Nice Chops, Lal,

Bob B.

Yes, the day is better now. To recognize the love, like Grace.

Good one, Michael. Think I'll take the advice, right now…comes at a good time, glad I saw this.

"..Now
I know how big that if was"

That line hit me so hard, as hard as anything I've read in a year.

love the rhythm of the writing

thanks all

Mike, glad your still at work. Wouldn't worry about that ol' light. Dave

Lally plays the light and the dark keys here, riffing sweetly like Monk while blowing hard like Coltrane. No one hits the hip notes better than Lally.

oh, and Jane, it means no conditions on it, and Bob, the immediate meaning was taking it with you (me) into the present moment, next moment and beyond, but I would say from my death-facing experiences that it can be taken with into wherever that leads as well...but too much explication (which I just did) probably takes away from the mystery of Monk being correct on al levels...

Love how the ending calls back to the start, like you could read it in a circle, forever.

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