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| Reviewed by Richard Bowers |
12/25/2012 |
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It begins it. I have been here before, as I could tell.
For finding: that myself I have reborn
But not seen, is forever to persist
To gather around the seasons of space with the everlastingness of event
With the layered energy as it is made of things.
Into the logical fiber of the tribute: a thought arises
And stays on course, slowly progressing, not done.
By fear: the fear that’s been since forever,
In the same space the inseparable normal good
Being passed through mankind
Came accessible to me: I fade into remoteness
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| Reviewed by Christine Tsen |
10/2/2012 |
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Intimate and inspired poem ~
Blessings,
Christine |
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| Reviewed by Ronald Hull |
9/26/2012 |
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You are right. There is much beauty in the world, all we have to do is contemplate it. It is okay to sit while doing it, but sometimes I wish I could get out of this wheelchair and contemplated from a cliff or a mountain top once more.
Ron |
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| Reviewed by Paul Judges |
9/25/2012 |
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| Very nicely done, Patricia |
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| Reviewed by Budd Nelson |
9/25/2012 |
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what a finely written piece about the emotions of life
budd |
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