From earthly conquests we are not bound % Enchantments gathering us in framing beauty % Forwarding a higher degree of serenity %
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Reviewed by blue soplain (Reader)
Reviewed on May 15, 2008
kate stole all the good comments. .. .:{
the 'truth' of the matter is that we find our own, make our own truths, and even our own beauties. and the truth of beauty [for me] lies not in the words inked or the paint dripped or the rock carved or the syllables said. .. . it is in the intangibles that one can n.ever touch[e'], the nuances that beg to be opened behind every ounce of energy, every dream of US. . . .we cant help but be[longing].
a truthful beautiful slenderly built poetry.
almost drawn from Echo's well [she seems to be perusing my mindscape lately, this echo, this haunt, this un.real.ity]
cheerios
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It is Truth by which we are shaped and often that Truth is revealed in the beauty of the intangibles and subjective realities of experience that are not the same for others. Enchantment and beauty go hand and hand and our verite and art are the results - the tangible growing out of the unseen. This is the grounded, earthly conquest that enhances our serenity and sense of personhood and peace. Quiet loving as always, Ted. xx
Love to see enchatments, in fact watched Enchatment on video over Mother's Day. Was very good to watch with Granddaughter and daughter. Serenity I had over the weekend with Kris and Whitney. You are on the right track and thinking of us in this world. Don't know what verite means though. Will have to look it up.
It unites spiritual wisdom from the East and West to help readers experience Christ consciousness in the here and now. Combining the Oneness teachings of India with a fresh look at the New Testament.
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the 'truth' of the matter is that we find our own, make our own truths, and even our own beauties. and the truth of beauty [for me] lies not in the words inked or the paint dripped or the rock carved or the syllables said. .. . it is in the intangibles that one can n.ever touch[e'], the nuances that beg to be opened behind every ounce of energy, every dream of US. . . .we cant help but be[longing].
a truthful beautiful slenderly built poetry.
almost drawn from Echo's well [she seems to be perusing my mindscape lately, this echo, this haunt, this un.real.ity]
cheerios
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Be always safe,
Karen
Richard