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White Forest
White Forest Deep in the heart’s dream, as deep as any forest, lying amid the debris the ancients left for others to peace, lie dreams of today’s children yielding only to their passions, asking the chance to manifest. Are we not today’s keepers, charging a new reality for the dreamer’s chance for glory? Asking only…
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Of The Pen That Writes
Over a half century ago when I plunked our younger of less than a year into his crib for the umpteenth time, (he learned to climb out at nine months old), frustrated beyond measure, I shouted at him, ‘why did you choose me as your mother?’ And as I heard the words of my mouth…
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Excerpt From The Last Bird Sings. . . . . . . .
Excerpt from The Last Bird Sings. . . . The one who chooses to come with an open head is the miracle among men. Are not all babies born this way and we masterfully close them up? The Teacher It is not the happy child who upsets the apple cart of the…
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Worth Thinking About
Worth Thinking About One would think that for human progress to have been more rapid, a sledge hammer rather than a quill should have been used. Unless emotional garbage is released, it will continue to be contagious. The mind set to turn a particular way is already bent. The split in man is so dichotomous…
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Paper Money
Paper Money I throw the covers back to the still and chilly air and feel my way along the wall to the patio doors. Slowly I check the catch to find the door unlocked. I alarm each door to keep the burglars out. Funny I think that even now I check…
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Grace To Be Trusted
Grace To Be Trusted It is impossible to live or continue to live with a philosophy that covers personal life and not one’s public life. To have it cover one and not the other is asking the observer to believe one portion and to close out the other as not applicable.. The dichotomy will rear…
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Who Will Teach The Children?
The Teacher (The Socratic Departure) I will drink this cup of gall, swallowing the bitterness setting fire to earth’s waste. But first I caress this chalice. Its depth mirrors my heart, shaking the foundations of my very own selves. Now splendid trepidatons challenge the ultimatums by which the earth rocks. Challenge me, o gods, not…
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You Must Not Think
You Must Not Think You must not think it’s useless to have trudged the overgrown path to make a road easier for the one to follow. We must grow up and put on training pants. It is time. We must develop discipline to house the night’s pleasures and discipline to work our…
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Consider These. . . . . .
Consider these. . . . . The Knowledge says that let this pass if it is Thy will. The heavens say to look beyond the light into the face of the morning sun and see that the light beckons and extends. It would grant you peace should you let it. It will grant…
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Life Everlasting
Life Everlasting Without ears to hear, he hears. Without eyes to see, he sees. With heart he understands the small musings of this limited mind. I can see, I say for this is mine. . . only with how I perceive this limited existence. Fair enough, for this time, I think,…