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Take a sip when
you
Wake; add a
little to
Your
mocha-latte.
At midday, pour
some
On your
salad, and
Savor the sweet
taste.
W..
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Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also
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A Christmas story
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I
It was a frigid Friday
afternoon. Although a faraway church bell only just rang five times, the sun was already in
a hurry to retire beyond the..
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Look down at the misty chaos below; do you see
the dancing sparks?
My eyes deceive me, or I do see a path light
up in the dark.
A long and ard..
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Teach me the alphabet of silence.
Though it’s always near,
It’s the hardest language to hear.
All our words are
But implem..
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My body is a temple,
An empty, silent
Monument where
The ghost of sanctity
Glides over the dead
Wood of empty pews.
Like a timid dan..
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Wrapped in the pale
gown of
The morning fog, or wearing the
Dark, heavy coat of evening,
I’ve been pacing between
The house and th..
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Star gazers swear it’s the
Movement of the heavens,
Conjunctions, aspects,
Planets and houses deciding
Whether a man falls or rises..
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To truly see, my love,Look, as if through a Telescope, but lookAnd see with the heart. Blind yourself to theMyriad distant stars,And let your soul see..
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