Spiritual
The garden
The garden is a living cell A Monet' of color and still reflection! Its life is onwards moving… But still like the sun forever in dusk or dawn: A theatre of hearts beating as one!
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Lest his pilgrim, sins do not inaugurate…
…Unnerve mine-eye. That I might see! That hand that stirs... Upon an unequivocal; sky and sea… Lead me through thy lowly pastoral gate. Lest this nomad’s world; does not abate.
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In prayer did I hear a hum..?
In prayer did I hear a hum..? Loud as any drum: With what measured breath; did it weigh..? The probity of this another day: The incline of this my decay… Faiths emphatic leap…
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Windswept shadows...
A place shadows didn’t want to disassociate themselves; from His bough and leaf green stem. Where they’re dissolved mulches would conflate Together in that that is no-longer mayhem.
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Dasein and Existenz
To self cultivate Just as tea leaves are cultivated Ceremony to foster humanity Teaism is mostly a mode of aesthetics Yet there is more to the ritual As it includes art
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Building Philosophical houses of cards
In days of yore they trimmed their wood, creating idols that looked good, but nowadays we realise a lifeless doll no help supplies. Instead we sift ideas, build
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See His ceiling lit…
See His ceiling lit with many a mirrored star See His lamps that are truly glitteringly ours… Then; alchemizes these cherished hearts… Into moments; minutes and hours…
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On the Nap of Monarch’s wing
On the Nap of a Monarch’s wing I have flown. And done but crossed times mortal ravages… To that livery my King beholds His throne! Save all; but these wolves and savages.
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Vision Quest
The young man stopped to catch his breath, he was exhausted, not so much from the pack he was carrying but from the fasting and the long drive. He looked up the
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