Tag: silence
member name: John Doyle
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November 21, 2006 11:21 AM EST --
Do I love them?
Do they love me?
And then
In the twinkling of an eye
They are gone
And the questions are moot
November 21, 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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November 12, 2006 04:37 PM EST --
The sun is setting in the west
A gentle breeze cools the air
Soon Thanksgiving
Soon Winter
But today it is warm and lovely
And good to be alive
November 11, 2006
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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 25, 2006 07:44 PM EDT --
This Poem was written in November of 1993
Political Correctness, A Modern-Day Koan
Right Up There With Military Intelligence.
What Can We Learn From This Mystical Conundrum?
How Can We Benefit . . .
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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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November 29, 2006 02:38 PM EST --
Night Dread
The mottled full moon
Alone in the inky sky
Strangely sinister
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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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December 17, 2006 11:01 AM EST --
Advent’s third Sunday
The vestments are pink
And the liturgy calls us to rejoice
“Rejoice always. I say again rejoice!”
Probably our response is what for? . . .
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December 19, 2006 01:57 PM EST --
I wonder what ever happened to wonder
That thrill-feeling of seeing
Something totally unexpected
Like coming ‘round a bend In a country road
And encountering a field of wild . . .
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December 25, 2006 12:23 AM EST --
Just For a moment
It is Midnight on Christmas eve
An just for a moment I think
Of all those who are alone
And have no one to think of them
And pray that somehow
They will remember fondly . . .
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January 02, 2007 10:04 AM EST --
First Thoughts 2007
The wisest woman I ever knew
Who shared my life for fifty years
Once said to me,
“It is not important that I love.
It is less important that I am loved
What is . . .
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