Tag: harmony
member name: John Doyle
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September 25, 2006 02:43 PM EDT --
In Japan they are called ring gongs
In China and Tibet they are called singing bowls
Usually hand hammered brass bowls
Enthroned on a round ornate pillow
With a hard wooden striker.
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August 17, 2006 04:34 PM EDT --
Hot summer morn
Sailboats gliding magesting down the river
Lovers awakening reachout and touch
Commuters go on their way
(shared authorship)
August 17, 2006
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November 06, 2006 12:05 PM EST --
Musings
Walking alone in the pine woods
The air seems blue.
The sun liberating the aroma
Of Christmas past.
November 6, 2006
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February 03, 2007 05:34 PM EST --
The Wonder of Her
The wonder of her
As she dances through my thoughts
Even her sadness
Fills me with her consciousness
Because I know she is real.
February 3, 2007
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August 03, 2006 11:46 AM EDT --
( With a nod to Christopher C.)
Like the faint aroma of unseen roses
Like a phrase from an almost remembered love song
Peace floats just ahead of our consciousness
Waiting to be apprehended. . . .
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October 10, 2006 01:23 PM EDT --
Borne on the summer breeze,
The hoary capped dandelion seeds
Fly on their way
Filled with life, they care little
About their destination
Sustained with a knowing
Their purpose will . . .
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June 25, 2006 04:58 PM EDT --
She has gone away
My heart is sad yet joyful
She returns Wednesday
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October 15, 2006 11:33 PM EDT --
The dry leaves swirling
In the cool Autumn breezes
Full moon shines its light
I wish we were together
Just holding one another
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October 18, 2006 10:27 AM EDT --
Small shrine by the side of the road
Overgrown with vines and brambles
Visited only by birds and squirrels
Perhaps they alone
Remember how to pray.
October 18, 2006
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October 22, 2006 08:54 PM EDT --
Stand on a busy street corner
Quiet your mind and suspend judgment
And you will sense those around
Shining like the stars of Heaven
October 22, 2006
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October 26, 2006 11:10 AM EDT --
As he sat on his black cushion
The monk was aware
Of the wisps of white smoke
Rising from the burning incense sticks
Filling the room with the aroma
Of sweet sandalwood
And carrying . . .
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November 02, 2006 09:47 AM EST --
Dark clouds obscuring
The face of the moon
Storm coming?
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November 12, 2006 04:26 PM EST --
You said you would be with me in Spirit
And present you are in this lovely place
But I am more than Spirit
And I do wish you were here
To touch my hand
To walk with me
And share this lovely . . .
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November 12, 2006 04:42 PM EST --
Couples walking side by side, hand in hand
Sharing the beauty of the day.
I wonder if they realize how lucky they are
Just to have someone to walk with
November 11, 2006
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November 14, 2006 11:24 AM EST --
There are Dream Keepers and Dream Speakers
Dream Keepers write obscure poems
Read by few and understood by fewer.
Dream Speakers bear the greater burden
They feel the Dream . . .
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November 15, 2006 01:32 PM EST --
For most of his life, he had thought of himself secretly as a monk
And the whole world as his monastery.
But lately he realized that he was more of a pilgrim, a wanderer.
Monks were stable and fixed . . .
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November 17, 2006 11:30 AM EST --
Just the thought of her
Ignites a spark, spreading through
Body Mind and Heart
Making all I do and say
Bright, holy and light filled
November 17, 2006
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November 19, 2006 04:46 PM EST --
So tiny, so perfect, so unique
Innocent precursor of power and fury
Formed by the hand of a master artist
Vanishing almost before it is noticed
Settling on a blade of buffalo . . .
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December 01, 2006 12:04 PM EST --
High in the Rockies
Blanketed now with snow
Often unmarred even by
The tracks of animals
Is the High Lonesome.
Late in the Spring
When the snow has melted
The meadows come alive . . .
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December 07, 2006 11:11 AM EST --
Beneath the presents and the glitz
Beneath the parties and the church services
Beneath the carols and the family dinners
There is a hidden tear, a touch of sadness.
The absence of . . .
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