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We are left clues everywhere--the purring of the eternal made by aboundless ocean as it laps the shore,the winds as they kiss cheek andlift the game h..
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For those who love the transcendent magic of music....
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I actually wrote this poem in the late 70's after I returned from teaching in Cambodia; though a civilian I saw something of the terrible devastation ..
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Sometimes I forget eternityas I go about my life asthough-- this is all:live, die, and be no more.I've known THAT is the illusion since my twenties wh..
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You think it a lie, seeing thatold man in the mirror--someimposter taking your name,living in your house, callingout to your wife as thoughhe had marr..
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To my unmet friend:You see the mortal worldand for you man is machine,little more than a device for the vagaries of evolution,faith is illusion, hope ..
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Fear not deathwhen it comes for you.Death is not a monster, not even a master, buta servant having no morechoice in the taking of youthan you have in ..
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As a childyou carry itlike a ball and chain,all day long,slowing life itself.It seemed eternitytill the next birthday,and it took forever after you fi..
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When a man loves a woman,holds her flesh to his fleshand feels bound to the earth,is that not the love of God?When a mother clutches infant,amazed, be..
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We sat at the kitchen tablein his small house sited next to the neighbor's orchard(where we later picked apples--it was a good-hearted neighbor)when I..
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