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on 9-11
If every objects matter were no different than that of the next, but for their arrangement of atoms. Then truly all we can distinguish and behold with our eyes, is the play of light on the world. You can knock … Continue reading
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Before You Lose Something
I don’t mind forgetting the right places I put things as much as I do having to remember the wrong places I left them. tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle
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Worries in a Thimble
…our worries are but a thimble of moments in an ocean of eternity. take care in what you trade your moments for… tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle
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MOMENTS
Each moment – for an instant – is the beginning of the rest of your life; like the first pearl slipped onto a string. When you look back at the beauty across time, the primary compulsion is to find the … Continue reading
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We are vectors in the stream
Collective totality, whether tiers of Gaia or far beyond, can in one way, be thought of as disconnected parts…yet there is something greater in their integrated whole; a “whole of whole’s” perhaps. Consciousness, which is dimensionless, weightless, and timeless, nearly … Continue reading
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Rain Interrupted
The sun pranced out after the rainAs if it were some glowing hero!As if we weren’t humbled in anonymity,Pleasant, numbing, insulationFrom such villainous precipitation. Maxwell Parish sighs, the artistIs always too late to his easel.Missing the sheets and shards,the splash … Continue reading
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Somnol-essence
Hopes we take into our sleep Become the seeds of dreams to come; Fears then, roots of nightmares. Stir our hearts awake, If you must Wind gypsies crooning quixotic notes Dappled like leopard in dandelion dust Caught in the clatter … Continue reading
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Humming bird and magpie
It’s often better to be silent before the grace of a humming bird in a flowerpot, than parroting the proclamations of a magpie perched on the top branch of an evergreen. tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle
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Messages with a Fathomless Soul
Some speak from the fathomless depths of their soul, others from the shallows, remarkably scant in substance. Both voices carry a resonance – what sound is it you hear coming from others? It is interesting that not only do we … Continue reading
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An Ill Begotten Rhyme with Orange, Purple, Silver, Month
I think it was the harvest monthWe grabbed our baskets and begun thisQuest for produce rife with rhymesRipe with color on the vinesThat’s when I came upon a bowlfilled with fruit, or I was toldBy another who had keener sightFor … Continue reading
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