I was addicted to you like a prayer said in vain, but one that kept me alive.
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Could it be said that Mary, mother of Jesus, quite literally had a bun in the oven? John 6:48
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"If only my silence could write back to the things I never said."
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He never said, I never heard, all that happened between us was all very well understood, just to let me know lately that I completely misunderstood.
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The one who wrote, Truth is self-evident, was correct...profoundly in touch with spiritual Truth. I have said this before, but I will say it again, if I have to convince myself, as to whether something is right or wrong, go though a litany of gymnastic thought -- it is probably wrong! Truth doesn't require knowledge...it does not require proving -- it is like God's presence -- we just know...and that fact is unshakable, regardless of the profound consequences.
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In my mind I'm wonderin'
If all those things I never said
Could have changed the way
That things have changed
And made a better world instead...
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Poetry is a life-long odyssey...sort of like, getting on a wood-craft, sailing off toward the horizon, praying one is dealing with round notes and not flats. The poetic heart floats and sinks with every lyrical journey.
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someone said not to have tattoo, as they are painful and permanent. but said to have kids, what an odd thing to say!
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When the Buddhist Principle was fashioned or consolidated as a plane of being: When the Higher desires become active for Reflection below... " I Advance upon my feet, I become Master of my Vine, I Sail over the Sky which formeth the division Betwixt Heaven and Earth" - Budge, Book Of The Dead
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Always more we could have said, should have said. But what love has been given, is never lost, though perhaps deeply planted in the firmament of time. It is God's Law and Promise to humanity...that there will be a rich harvest for those who remain faithful to the core tenderness of His Sacred Heart.
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In relationships, we often focus on hearing what we want to hear, missing the most important unspoken words. These silent messages speak louder than anything said, and misinterpretation can lead to unexpected hurt.
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The art of war teaches us to rely not on the likelihood of the enemy's not coming, but on our own readiness to receive him; not on the chance of his not attacking, but rather on the fact that we have made our position unassailable.--Sun Tzu?
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Before I go
let this be said of me,
I fashioned a god
to my liking,
To my liking
the devil I made!
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Whoever said there are just seven wonders in the world, surely hadn't seen you, because you are undoubtedly the eighth.
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In search of a true love, I went to the wisest men; they said I'd need to love three people at once. Luckily, they gave me their names as: YOU, YOU and YOU.
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"How all people are tiny,"
The footbridge said.
Nobody was seen,
neither my father,
nor my mom,
not even the longest night of the year,
whose length is the tallest---Yalda night.
"All aged as a dot,"
plane's window said.
My eyes ache
to watch all these tiny black points,
I said,
and stupid ophthalmologists
still prescribe me glass
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All encounters you have will intertwine creating the mosaic of your life
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"Those who hurt you first are hurt by hurtful words said out loud." J.F.
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So the guy in the Oval Office who spent the last four years calling Trump a Nazi, a dictator, and an existential threat to democracy wants us all to lower the temperature and political rhetoric. The same guy who wants us to reject political violence just a couple weeks ago said “we need to put Trump in a bullseye”. God bless Donald J Trump.
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Never ride against the wind of or sailed against the wave of change and good. I am constantly sailing or riding towards it.
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Death is the final destination of all beings. I have never seen any escaped alive, not even saints. Eternal life is the goal.
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As I have often said, I know nothing...my writing is another way of inviting others, who are perhaps yet somewhat bewildered as I, to join me with a word-candle in the labyrinth of human, poetic consciousness.
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Sailing over the most gracious silver moon immersed into stelliferous seiche waves. Happy oysters gaze through sparkling pearls. The silence, the breeze bestows content and delight. solitude frolicking with lavender sillage through the smiling night!
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You thought you were a source of pressure, when I said you were a source of strength. You didn’t believe me so you made yourself a source of pain.
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War; famine; disease; poverty; extremism; hate. Who said life isn’t fear!
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Perfect is a word to describe a person or thing that we look up to or that is pleasing to the eye. Nothing is truly perfect. The same is said in Romans 3:10-12.
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One's own pen~ wings, sails, puppy-dog tails, the poet a Pen Wagger....
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"'Who ever said'',
" School days are the best days of our lives''
"Never went to my school,
The worst days of my life.''
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He said to me “People get high for just an ounce of the natural buzz in your blood.”
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The winds of change may unsettle sails, yet they also carry the promise of new horizons waiting to be explored. -Aloo Denish Obiero
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