Tag: harmony
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August 17, 2006 04:34 PM EDT --
Hot summer morn
Sailboats gliding magesting down the river
Lovers awakening reachout and touch
Commuters go on their way
(shared authorship)
August 17, 2006
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November 06, 2006 12:05 PM EST --
Musings
Walking alone in the pine woods
The air seems blue.
The sun liberating the aroma
Of Christmas past.
November 6, 2006
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November 14, 2006 11:24 AM EST --
There are Dream Keepers and Dream Speakers
Dream Keepers write obscure poems
Read by few and understood by fewer.
Dream Speakers bear the greater burden
They feel the Dream . . .
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November 15, 2006 01:32 PM EST --
For most of his life, he had thought of himself secretly as a monk
And the whole world as his monastery.
But lately he realized that he was more of a pilgrim, a wanderer.
Monks were stable and fixed . . .
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February 03, 2007 05:34 PM EST --
The Wonder of Her
The wonder of her
As she dances through my thoughts
Even her sadness
Fills me with her consciousness
Because I know she is real.
February 3, 2007
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May 19, 2009 09:03 AM EDT --
Finances - Four Steps to Financial Harmony
1. Talk to each other
To correct the situation you need to face the facts – together. If things get too heated when . . .
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November 09, 2006 05:19 PM EST --
There is a recipe I know that is more comforting than chocolate cake or ice cream. It is a simple one and non-fattening to boot. It is roasted rice tea and this delectable concoction can be . . .
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September 25, 2006 02:43 PM EDT --
In Japan they are called ring gongs
In China and Tibet they are called singing bowls
Usually hand hammered brass bowls
Enthroned on a round ornate pillow
With a hard wooden striker.
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September 27, 2006 09:46 AM EDT --
A squirrel busily doing his fall shopping
Pauses to look at my cat
Sitting in the window
Looking at a squirrel
Busily doing his fall shopping.
September 27, 2006
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September 27, 2006 02:30 PM EDT --
The aroma of burning leaves
The flights of birds heading south
Glorious sunsets, early evening cloud patterns
And the cool caressing of the breezes
Should, but do not cool
The ardor of . . .
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October 10, 2006 01:23 PM EDT --
Borne on the summer breeze,
The hoary capped dandelion seeds
Fly on their way
Filled with life, they care little
About their destination
Sustained with a knowing
Their purpose will . . .
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November 20, 2006 12:00 PM EST --
Just outside my kitchen window
Against a backdrop of dead leaves
And a threatening gray sky
Two tiny forsythia flowers
Nod in the wind and smile at each other
They seem to be saying
"We are . . .
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February 22, 2009 02:25 PM EST --
I read Vicky's Twenty Random Things About Me article and noticed she had another article called Nuclear Eggs, Sister Golden Hair and Elvis . It brought back the memory of this perfect time I had. . . .
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June 25, 2006 04:58 PM EDT --
She has gone away
My heart is sad yet joyful
She returns Wednesday
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October 15, 2006 11:33 PM EDT --
The dry leaves swirling
In the cool Autumn breezes
Full moon shines its light
I wish we were together
Just holding one another
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November 17, 2006 11:30 AM EST --
Just the thought of her
Ignites a spark, spreading through
Body Mind and Heart
Making all I do and say
Bright, holy and light filled
November 17, 2006
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November 19, 2006 04:46 PM EST --
So tiny, so perfect, so unique
Innocent precursor of power and fury
Formed by the hand of a master artist
Vanishing almost before it is noticed
Settling on a blade of buffalo . . .
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December 01, 2006 12:04 PM EST --
High in the Rockies
Blanketed now with snow
Often unmarred even by
The tracks of animals
Is the High Lonesome.
Late in the Spring
When the snow has melted
The meadows come alive . . .
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December 07, 2006 11:11 AM EST --
Beneath the presents and the glitz
Beneath the parties and the church services
Beneath the carols and the family dinners
There is a hidden tear, a touch of sadness.
The absence of . . .
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December 17, 2006 11:01 AM EST --
Advent’s third Sunday
The vestments are pink
And the liturgy calls us to rejoice
“Rejoice always. I say again rejoice!”
Probably our response is what for? . . .
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