the poetic life
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On my horse
I’ve been riding for years. Have yet to see a fence.
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Love is not a personal thing
Love itself is drawing Pulling On a constant state, love is drawing each soul towards nothing else and nothing less than the purest being, and the desire to be. Even when a soul might not surrender to the draw, love is there to persuade a centering into all. Love is not personal. Do not take…
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Slap in the Face
It is life and here I am and again, although it does not happen daily, it does happen with some regularity that I get slapped in the face. Wonders appear — miracles, moments of deep and transcendental Beauty. And, like a few minutes ago, life slaps me in the face. Admiration sets in, with acknowledgement…
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Answer
A wonderful and beautiful friend, named Basma, has just responded to my question as to why I document things I do not know. Those flowers I photographed and posted minutes ago, are known as Japanese rose, seven-sisters rose, many-flowered rose, rambler rose. Botanically it is a Rosa multi-flora. The answer is therefore, I document what…
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Music and Philosophy
Music pushes us to listen. Philosophy pushes us to think.
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There is a very thin line between music and philosophy
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The meaning of Life
The meaning of life might well be, increasingly to understand, while ever appreciating it as mystery.
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on beING
delight in the suneat carefullyavoid fatigue and worry
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If work is a myth
but I experience activities like tasting magnificent food, deep music, poetry, and I cook, compose music and poems, converse, and ask questions, and all this I absorb and express without seeing it as work but rather as life is this just a different myth?
