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Dear Emmy. . . . .
I have long had a deep affection for the poet/philosopher Ralph Waldo Emerson. He has been a faithful friend for more decades than I dare to say. His essays have been a wider lens for my world and worlds. I have dog eared my books and still they are companions. This relationship gives me…
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Because I Know
This is an idea spoken of since man first began to think about the purpose of life. Or perhaps his purpose on this planet. It deals with the idea that everything is connected throughout the ethers. That nothing happens in and of itself but is the result of an action happening because of a previous…
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When The Call Is Heard
What would you do? We often hear a young person say that they have a call upon their soul to do certain things. Certain career choices are often made that way. To be a doctor, to follow their God whatever the religion of choice, or often a teacher or a farmer. There is a definite…
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The Idea Called Earth
Idea An idea took form and manifested and was called Earth. Its essence rests unsoiled, untarnished and floats also in a Sea of Tranquility. The green forests are lavish, unspoiled and the blue waters clear. Farther yet from mind is the essence called man; his essence greater by far than what he…
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The Best Of All Worlds
The Best Of All Worlds It was said before in this best of all possible worlds. . . that we will surely miss this. It has to do with the sweet ways of greeting to demonstrate love and of mostly handling the common place. There are those worlds of which we speak where frame of…
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The Chime Clock
The Chime Clock It is far past the hour when the bell chimes and I know when the hour will strike again. Many times we’ve heard the bell strike our time only to ignore the possibility of a door opening. We think it closes forever on us, yet the motive for its closure is to…
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In All Things
In All Things In all things, the wheat will be gathered and the chaff discarded. The kernel bears the fruit but the husk in its time will yield its stuff. It will be found worthy by those in search of husks. And then the chaff discarded will be left to kernel another time. The lilies…
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Beginnings
Beginnings We began in universal waters as particles of nonsense, showing no discernment. We collided and combusted when two immutable pieces united. We formed an eye of calm in the maelstrom and grew. Spongy surfaces clung to us and weedlike trails spun from us. With no conscious knowledge we grew and yielded a vitrum that…
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Memory Quilt
Memory Quilt When it is time I will draw high my memory quilt, to cover shivering bones. Pictured will be events richly patterned and pleasing to the soul. Astonishing not to recall emotions pressed beyond belief, battles fought to frightful finishes. Left like barnacles clinging to a disabled craft, slippery in substance, suitable…
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Don’t Stare At The Moon
Don’t Stare At The Moon Any farmer knows you don’t stare at the moon too long. You get a little soft in the head, they say. What they really mean is that magic overtakes you and carries you to the place of green fields, of orchards heavy with fruit and cucumbers cultivated straight as a…