Chuy Amante Poems

the truth is a blank canvas
our pure essence of beingness

it is not seen on that empty canvas
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What does love look like
when there is no attachment?
How about no aversion to it?
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It wasn't then, it'll not be eventually...
When is it?
NOW
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Once there was a woman so cultured and kind
always right there, deep in my mind

All flowers would bow and she'd walk by
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God is love? Love is God! circular reasonableness,
one eternal round...

Love is a big sweet sugar cube
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Let's suppose for a moment
a fresh idea, let foment

What about this thing
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The most beautiful word spoken and living,

'lovingkindness' it is the fountain of life
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I sat at a mesa
and asked for cerveza

when a gentleman sat down by me
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NO, I don't want to browse any!

Is this the pop-up ad we all suffer?
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