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poetry
Jan 2, 2024 12:00:45 GMT -5
Post by laughter on Jan 2, 2024 12:00:45 GMT -5
The House By The Side Of The Road Sam Foss
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poetry
Jan 2, 2024 20:29:41 GMT -5
Post by justlikeyou on Jan 2, 2024 20:29:41 GMT -5
The House By The Side Of The Road Sam Foss Yes, Thank you, L. I neglected to give credit where credit is due.
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poetry
Feb 12, 2024 6:43:26 GMT -5
Post by laughter on Feb 12, 2024 6:43:26 GMT -5
Gambling for Grace
Set the cards face up on the table of Life
Open, silent Move, eyes open or sit, eyes closed
Dive in play it the infinite game
In any event, how could you ever refrain?
The stakes may seem steep or maybe you already know, you have nothing to lose
There is noone waiting just the dice there, here and now, to be thrown
When will she come? Gracie is coy chase her, and she dances away the edges of her gossamer gown flowing through your fingers where did she go?
Round and round the roullette wheel never stops spinning but the pill can suddenly jump the track
Allow the mind to stillness which doesn't mean you stay rooted in a stuckness waiting for the day Call body to alignment vibe now with the Sun stand now straight and only here with nowhere left to run.
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Feb 12, 2024 23:13:53 GMT -5
Post by bluey on Feb 12, 2024 23:13:53 GMT -5
Beautiful
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Post by laughter on Mar 16, 2024 9:07:16 GMT -5
seek the truth relentlessly and without reservation reject it in any voice, any word either your own, or anothers
it cannot fail to find you you will hear it on a spring morning as the song of a wren you will see it on a summer soltice evening horizon you will feel it as the spray from a waterfall and always, as the wind, and the motion of the living Earth, waving, in response
you will know it, in an instant of mirth as yourself, as it is and always will be here and now as the seeker, is the sought.
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Mar 18, 2024 8:26:02 GMT -5
Post by laughter on Mar 18, 2024 8:26:02 GMT -5
... in the kiss of a raindrop the touch of a lover the eyes of a kitten. The truth, lays itself bare. always, here and now in the sound of an innocent child or the growl of a watchdog .. it calls you harken to eternity
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Mar 21, 2024 4:19:46 GMT -5
Post by laughter on Mar 21, 2024 4:19:46 GMT -5
sitting still in the solitary silence of the dark, early morning watching the horizon where attention meets interest waiting for the next thought feet on the ground the body, humming no demons may trammel here where attention on attention can open to awareness of awareness
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poetry
Apr 27, 2024 12:29:50 GMT -5
Post by laughter on Apr 27, 2024 12:29:50 GMT -5
The wind picks up and a gang of last years leaves comes scritching and sliding down the road scattering, fanning out a dried, curled, brown girzzled band of old street urchins
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