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China Tour Diary Moment #3
SHANGRI-LA, TIBET
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Paradise on earth: Himalayan range;
A phenomenon carved by elements;
Here magic gives birth to ways that seem strange;
A place where lessons of soul mark movement.


Our tour coach winds round the mountain...

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If you have ever wondered what side of the fence you should be on consider this...

1.	Christ would never not buy a gun to avoid the temptation perhaps that he might use it in fear or...

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When todays yield where tomorrows have too
And forests now instead are skylines then,
At gatherings held to contemplate who
No longer walks amongst more lively men;
Where angels thought would be seen high above
Welcoming spirits with cause to...

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I went to a nearby park
to a bench I knew with a view.
Seated there was a fine-looking woman
she had the purest white hair.
Sitting at one end unobtrusively, I at the other,
after a time, she turned...

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In my life I often feel I am alone; alone in my thoughts, alone in my musings, alone in my day-to-day movements and unsatisfying activities. I move like a ghost through hallways and down sidewalks,...

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Anxious, chained at the barrier hither
Musings take hold of my existence
Unsure whether I am an individual or a species
Do I contain contradictions in these multitudes

In a universe beyond my window
As the Lady of Shalott confronts...

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Written: October 07, 2023 
Musings on Faith Contest               Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker 

Faith is taking the first step even when you don't...

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I wander through the corridors of my mind,
a labyrinth of echoes and whispers,
Where each heartbeat is a drummer of destiny,
and each breath a sigh of the cosmos.
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet—all are bound...

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Yes, that is the role of the Teacher, as Shams was to
me – showing one ‘who they are’, so they can stop
bleating, crying at night, and never again be afraid.
Rumi

Oh beloved,
I'm like Rumi without Shams.
A...

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Love is a silent emotion,
invisible to open eyes.
But, I saw the naked soul
of her enigma - 
                  ...

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Just as I’m nearing my Autumn years
There comes a moment echoed in my musings
Whispers of affection from the tears
Who have gathered to remind me that I have
Many memories to sort through,
Remember… just remember…

There were many...

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I sense that these are testing times with forecasts of better seasons.
I hope that I am not confusing, but I'm simply musing about a season
destined to be changed forever and for the good. Surely, methinks...

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Not by chance do I find myself
Awake in the dead of night; caught by fright.
The stinging pangs of a grace far from touch.
Are you real? Why such longing?
How and why do you make my heart...

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THE ROOM  

I’ve a wish
To spend my musings on little things    simple things
Little thoughts    each in its place
Little items about my room perfectly fixed
    ...

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Oh beloved,
I'm like Rumi without Shams.
A shivering summer soul,
secretly stalked by wild white winter wolves.
A chiffon child chiselling chimerical calligraphy,
cursed with invisible ink, silent in sentimental sighs.
I've become the son of solitude,
tired from torture and...

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my earthly path is stormy . . .  tangled and twisted_
        time for a metamorphosis . . .  for rebirth
      ...

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Love is a silent emotion,
invisible to open eyes.

But, I saw the naked soul
of her enigma - my universal truth.
A pristine state of perfection.
As her 'silence' whispered to my soul
in a million ways - I felt...

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In every man's dearest thoughts,
in his true and deepest self, this one thing draws breath.
In some, it blazes like a roaring flame,
indelible, unquenchable;
in others, the beast slumbers, mighty but patient -
biding its time for the...

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Some say there's nothing poetic about blue-collar work.
I'm here to prove them wrong.

What is a poem?
For one, it has rhythm.
"Well, where's the rhythm
in a discordant jumble of a thousand tools
all clamoring for dominance over my...

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The walls may attest to my fears of running into the unpleasant occasion, 
 Visit’s thee at least once a day. 
A struggle taken unto thee,  
Trampled by trespassing footsteps that roam my musings,...

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I have been thinking about what life in this world might be like,
When from the throes of this pandemic we emerge and take a hike,
Even though we are still in the midst of this global...

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on change

in that quiet place, faint
amongst the soft chatter,
the drizzle of little things hanging,
or the operations of daily dispute;
i’ve dipped down into the trough of self,
indulged in uninterrupted reverie,
as hallucinogen and spirit slow dance, 
or...

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If the day dawns at last that your heart bows to service,
acknowledges, longs to ‘pay forward’ past debts, I’ll praise God.
If you live Life of Grace (shown to people around you),
to mentors, your lovers, to...

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  "Space is beautiful to imagine but deadly to experience. "
                       ...

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The Allegory of the Cage

I have not written much of late;
I toil in my hamster wheel.
While ev'ry sage of ev'ry age
Will gape with wonder at my cage,
And speak in voices small and still
About my stilted,...

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