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I DO NOT think that the TOOLBAR/EDITOR is worth anything as I have tried and failed to enter this with more pizzaz, but here it is, either way...e A blooming rose is made more beautiful by its thorns. It is a contradiction of joy and sorrow. Allegory...
There are varying spiritual interpretations that can be educed from this story-poem. However, the fundamental message is about attuning y... Late afternoon at the shrine, the air is hot and still, the sun unrelenting. Sweat and zazen. The great bell of the shrine hangs motionlessly, impervi... Sometimes logic can be deceiving....But there is balance in everything we do; and the simplest thing in the world can be most joyous to us. And our eyes are infinite eyes of God,
Each seeing some new facet of creation...
Half of us are producers, making the world a better place, the other half are losers, users who take up space.
Blue Marble Courtesy NASA <bgsound src =''http://www.midifilearchive.com/Country/SheCalledMeBaby.mid''hidden loop=-1> Sometimes I like to try to "whip words into shape;" it usually ends up the other way around. Looking through the windows of nature's
temples, we can see the image of ourselves
within the shapelessness of its emotions.
Part one of several "poems of regret" featured in Poetry Life & Times Sept. 2005 I truly hope that as you age, you still have a thrill
to engage. If you do not have one left in your cup,
surely you can dream one up?
As does love ask not but of itself,
then so we are reflections of ourselves. Life is a fleeting microsecond in time... Tied up in life as we know it... Like a tightrope, life is precarious. Most of us just don't know it till we fall.
This short poem explores the many faces of time. So, how many persons do you see on this picture?
<EM>Love ain''t nothin'' but a business...it will sink when you stop strokin'', or butterfly like Michael Phelps.</em> God gave us the freedom of choice.We have the choice to believe in Him as we concieve Him to be not as others want us to concieve Him. Luke It seems inevitable that when Poets allow themselves to be characterized by sameness, they invariably lose their purpose, and end up as mere caricatur... photo: This is an actual telescope image, and each speck is a galaxy.
I was pondering, looking out into the starry sky tonight... Someone asked what love means. I think the word doesn''t do the emotion justice so I wrote a few lines as my explanation of how this emotion affects m... Sorry if I have not of late read your works, friends, but the phone company kicked me off, AGAIN, but that is fixed and I will see all of your works t... |
