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'Lilith knew all along' timothy r gates, 12/25/2007

as always,
alone she seems,
baby now more important than mother,
goddess still sings his praise,
but so does he hers
the four corners meet
physics and metaphysics,
neither give a damn, or blessed
the hymns of old souls ring true
to new souls too.
into the dark night we arise
finding our own birth,
afresh,
celebrating the day
coming from the evening,
glad to chant
the yin-yang
of Lao Tzu,
Gaia's dance in the woods,
Plato's being,
and Aristotle's accidentals,
Jesus' Mother,
the the New Eve's stroll,
finally we walk without fear in the Garden,
and glad that the hiss is only a sound
in the peace of silence,
cacophony of disconnectedness
buried,
and not all things need resurrected.
Lilith watches down,
whispers,
'I knew it all along.'