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Musings, Poetry & The Arts

The Thinker of the Thought

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Reflections of the mind in a life beyond earths green meadows, My, how a season’s dramas pass by like wind driven clouds, And how congested the thinker of the thought. Oceans shimmer like diamond starlight, Mountain tops hide in silvery...
I created a religion

I Created a Religion

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I created a religion. It began when I was young. I observed that in every facet of life there was a guru. As a child my parents seemed to know everything. While playing in...
love landing poem

Love Landing

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Something is happening something so real so good, so true. What we have always longed for what we thought would never happen what we feared may be lost forever is becoming manifest right here in our own hearts in our own lives. Love...
difficult women

Difficult Women

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As I stand at the foot of my ill father's bed I see a man who ran a wash and asphalt plant At the age of 12 years old I am in awe of him What were you...
healing poem by Chris Roe

Healing

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Rest with me In this moment, As a leaf Floats gently down stream, Among diamonds of sunlight Returning to the sky. Stay in these moments, As the morning mist Floats above the surface Of the lush, green meadows, On the far side of the...
Jennifer O'Shea painting

Three Nature Poems

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Blur Thrilling painting in the sky Too marvelous for words, Pen can’t hold back, so here I go, Rapturous… incandescent… my eyes are blurred. Starling If I could wish a wish I think I’d know what it’d be, To be a starling...
foundation of grace poem

Foundation of Grace

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Being new in the world is a fabulous thing Enter with grace and continue on that basis Allow the world to help find ways of being It's ok to strive to raise yourself up Step softly and scan...
Dawn poem

Dawn

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A gift, An empty space To retreat, To rethink, respond, To recall, understand. Stand still and listen, The wind, The voice of the trees, Words of love You should have spoken, Pathways still to follow. Stand still and listen again, To the silence You have yet to...
meaning of time poetry

Poem on the Meaning of Time

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Dates are a form of language The conquest of time Stuck and frozen in boxes Knowing the unknown Is this always an act of ignorance? Can knowing the unknown also be an act of Humility? Is time ever knowable? Sure it...
sailing the seven seas of life poem

Sailing the Seven Seas of Life

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An Essays From the book - The Joys of Live Alchemy by Michael Levy When we arrive into this world, we enter as a ship that navigates by the forces of nature and propelled by...
light being poem

Light Being

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You are a being made of light, Crafted by the holiest light, Fragmented and sent forth, A cosmic prism within time and space. Drenched in experience you are now, Sometimes clouded by illusion, While a light within you burns, Always knowing...
the quickening poem

The Quickening

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Something is coming Do you hear it? Do you see it? Do you feel it? Something is coming Know it Love it Be it Something huge is coming sending shock waves ahead rippling through us ripping like a love hurricane shaking all our structures to pieces Nothing...
musings about the other side creative writing

Musings about the Other Side

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I was lying in bed. The light was on. The day had mostly passed. My elbows stabbed the bed while my hands held something I was reading. Then it happened. At first it was some...
Tofte sunrise poem

Tofte Sunrise

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It’s cold outside as I prepare myself in the darkness. Staying in bed would be so much better I think. It can wait, the sun will come up again tomorrow. Then a voice comes to me, why...
Lonely poem

Lonely

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Lonely am I, as I wonder, how I lost it. Slowly. – Anonymous  
Sweet Forgiveness poem

Sweet Forgiveness

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As Hansel and Gretel walked down the path of life They grew wiser as a result of those around them Once trusted friends, now frenemies in life Once fooled, now twice as much on alert The light bulb...
Two Weeks' Worth poem

Two Weeks’ Worth

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Hoping the storm would forsake us yet cautious, we prepared for two weeks' worth of essentials. Taking the chance, we took a last glimpse ‘round the feast of these fields, that for decades had blessed us. Coming up from the muck and...