Indeed, meditate on one's natural surroundings. Every creation has a voice, speaking a tranquil language of universal love and harmony. Listen calmly, quietly and you will hear. Listen respectfully, transcendentally and you will become.
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If we can experience it, it is already a material thought-part of God. The permanent of all substance. God doesn't simply construct (what basic man understandably childlike reasons) -- He is builder of everything (all of His own essence-parts) (purified when in balance) (perfect in manifestation when blossomed expression) -- God is infinite existence, the purpose of Love to be lived outright eternally. Everything He is, He wants us to be, even greater for He is also all potential unlimited.
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So few understand the bible, and the true nature of being. God lives, breathes, feels with and through His creation (including us) -- Free Will allows us to separate from Him consciously...but it is an illusion. True separation is impossible. All is made of God Substance (His Body). Nothing exists outside of God. He is form and being. In Him knowledge of all Good and Evil. We pick and choose, Law the Redeemer. Grace and Love the patience. When in balance...there is only love. God.
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Don't trouble the unstable hill, if you fear a landslide: you will buried and forgotten.
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Dry plane-tree leaves, at the mercy of the wind!
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Poetry is Truth -- and truth connects time and space. If it was true for Plato, it was also true for Shakespeare, and is therefore true for the modern poet. Which, insistently, works the same in the converse. The modern poet does not need new language and form (gimmicks)...what he or she needs is to often revisit man's relationship with omnipotence.
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If poetry and music speak the language of love, poets keep writing and musicians play on.
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Fear consumes – impoverishes the soul
and spirit, erases love; leaving a blank slate
behind for evil to emblazon its worthless
hallmark. Some blood and pen can give one
fame and imagined security – but not a drip of
priceless love.
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To pursue the impossible is to be a cartographer of a land that does not exist, until you step foot upon it.
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A legacy is not what we leave behind in vaults or records, but the fragments of perspective we have planted in the minds of those we influenced.
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I can't stick to form, so I don't even enter contests. I write Free, Blank verse, no lipstick, they are all pigs admittedly.
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We can't have peace outside if no peace inside. Peace inside doesn't stem from peace outside. Roots in the soul. Give an addict a million dollars and in short time he will be dead or broke again and yet an addict. Such peace is short lived, as those quick blossoming seeds poorly cultivated. Plant in the loving nature of Jesus. And the Father will show us abundance.
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What we plant, how we nurture will be our fruits -- how future generations of our ways will know -- and how God will decide, in His graceful time if humanity to terminate or continue to hopefully let flow.
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Even though you can
You don't have to land shoulder
for everyone's tears
'cause that's one way to drown yourself.
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A confessional poem will never be a successful one because it ignores Emily Dickinson’s directive: “Tell all the truth but tell it slant.”
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I am very poor at small talk. Language, people interaction needs gusto, deep commitment or it is a waste of precious time. Life has so much more to offer. Why there is true poetry. Not talking cute rhymes and mere flashy alliteration.
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Poetry is really only saying things with deeper, more aware commitment. Treatment of words in such a way that gives the reader desire and space for personal mental, spiritual interaction. In short, poetry is more thoughtful. To be poetic involves heartfelt communion on a creative level that does not exist even with dear, profound prose. Great prose often exhibit strong poetic language.
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"There is nothing better than planting a good book in the reader's hand."
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Who is more ambitious: someone whose ambition is to be a billionaire, or someone whose ambition is to be a great poet? Consider: in 1820 Wordsworth, Coleridge, Blake, Byron, Keats, and Shelley were all alive and writing poetry. In 1820 who was the richest person in England? Who knows? Who cares?
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It's a good idea for a poet to read a lot of poetry, preferably in more than one language, making no effort either to concentrate on or to avoid the poetry of any particular country or century, including your own: just read what you like. Then when you write a poem, assume your reader has read, understood, and liked all the same poetry that you have read, understood, and liked. That this isn’t true doesn’t matter.
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"The meanderings of someone who's got his eyes open"-Robert Plant's quote about his lyrics
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AI bots smoke pot. That's the best explanation for some of their responses.
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This is the difference : the need for religion is primarily the need for Belonging. The need for spirituality is primarily the need for Balance.
©GhairoDanielsQuotes
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"Morning arrives when the brilliant sun first kisses the Atlantic Ocean."
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Resemblance is more visible in struggle.
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The creative work/life analogy. Some seeds don't implant. Some don't germinate. Some auto-abort. Some are clearly miscarriages. And a few actually see the light and breathe. And, quite a few need to spanked into taking that first breath.
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The leaf lands on a lake, sure, up top it looks like the ripple was ephemeral. But beneath that water, it changed everything. Every fall has an impact on you, or those around you watching.
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In the darkest corner of your mind, a door creaks open. It's the key to another dimension-A dimension of shadow, a dimension of fear. You're moving into a land of fractured mirrors and whispering phantoms, of things buried deep and ideas you've fought to forget. You've just crossed over into........yourself.
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And when His blood, touched the ground, Divine light permeated the entire earth...His Mission complete, that the Son of God would henceforth reign, a living, brilliant, conscious presence, one with man, in His Father's sacred humanity. So bright was that moment, that on physical planes all else seemed dark by comparison. "It was finished, it was finished; the Divinization of man, and Glorification of God in His Creation (Hanna Jacob Doumette)". Not to be saddened...but rejoice with Christ!
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We breathe in what we need -- make it our own...then breathe it back to share and thus multiply its goodness. Our importance on the blackboard of every Nature-schooled green plant.
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