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A Meditation. . . does the world stand still for you?. . . .
Come with me to this place I visit often, hidden behind an eyelash; where it is Easter all the time and rebirth is not a sometime thing; where gods cavort in joyous abandon. Come, we dance. . . . Today the world stood still. In the bright afternoon sun I saw a butterfly…
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I Don’t Know How To Be Deaf. . .
I had been struggling with the newer hearing aids for over two years. And the audiologists kept saying they are the state of the art but my ears were itching and my brain hurt. It was irritated, my brain was. With the new hearing test, the audiologist said you work very hard at hearing,…
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One World At A Time . . .is enough?
Our focus is a small world. . . When I read this poem I take on another perspective. It is a small world that we focus on here. Never aware that there is another world to the left and one to the right and beneath . Vast. . . I see me holding tight to…
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Conference With the Sages. . .
As a good friend kept telling me, circumstances alter things. And as birthdays gather behind one, one seeks the comfort places. And at the keyboard with the mind in long conversations with compatriots, companions, in conference and in prayer, it is a comfortable place for me. I asked Jon Katz of BedlamFarm.com to recommend…
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And Sunday Comes. . .
Sometimes there sweeps over one a feeling saying ‘that’s how I always felt’ whatever prompts a memory. It could be a scent or sunlight or something triggering a wave awakening response long dormant. Often one knows where it originates but often the ‘always’ has no beginning at least in this lifetime. This following feeling is…
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Every Day Is A Beginning. . .
I was asked to go back to the first journals to throw some light onto the path I had taken. When approaching the last decade of almost a century it is hard to imagine me ever being young. Coming into the world with an open head, meaning one with vivid memories, it was…
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Camelot Moment. . . .eternity practicing. . . .
When given and we are present in heart and mind, it is a rare gift. I call it a Camelot Moment because it was perfect in itself and yet a confirmation to a philosophy in process. It met with great appreciation when first published and now approaching Valentine’s Day, for new readers, I wish…
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Full Circle. . . .
I at first thought that everyone can do anything. But later realized that somewhere, someone has to show by example something that strikes home with another. A something that is meaningful to another. That will be of value to him or her. Then when something comes up there will be an instant where there will…
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Great Songs Will Be Sung. . . .
We need to come to a place now and again when it is necessary to find a mind matched to ours so we can for all purposes say all that is heavy on our hearts. With no explanation necessary because our route has been followed step by step; to hear the words, I…
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The Roses Are Yours. . .for keeps. . .
Long before the world ever was. . . . As co-creator and creature both of the universe, it is man’s prerogative and innate yearning to stand erect. To bow down all the time leaves one eventually on one’s stomach. Man rose from the crawling position. There are too many yet who find the child’s position…