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Chrysanthemums of Autumn beautiful color Autumn chrysanthemums of beautiful color, With dew in my clothes I pluck these flowers. I float within wine to forget my sorrow, To leave far behind thoughts of the world. Alone, I pour myself a goblet of wine; When the cup is empty, the pot pours for itself. As the sun sets, all activities cease; Homing birds, they hurry to the woods singing. Haughtily, I whistle below the eastern balcony I’ve found again the meaning…

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The Dancing Of Dreams

I live my life in growing rings which move out over the things around me. Perhaps I’ll never complete the last, but that’s what I mean to try. I’m circling around God, around the ancient tower, and I’ve been circling thousands years; and I still don’t know: am I a falcon, a storm or a great song. – Rilke _________________ The Dancing Of Dreams: I have been having Fall dreams, of course it being Fall and all. Deep dreams, down…

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A Week To Remember…

Necessity is the plea for every infringement of human freedom. It is the argument of tyrants; it is the creed of slaves.—William Pitt — 56: Those who know don’t talk. Those who talk don’t know. Close your mouth, block off your senses, blunt your sharpness, untie your knots, soften your glare, settle your dust. This is the primal identity. Be like the Tao. It can’t be approached or withdrawn from, benefited or harmed, honored or brought into disgrace. It gives…

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Mural Liberation…

“Seek on earth what you have found in heaven.” – (A.E.) George William Russell Can you coax your mind from its wandering and keep to the original oneness? Can you let your body become supple as a newborn child’s? Can you cleanse your inner vision until you see nothing but the light? Can you love people and lead them without imposing your will? Can you deal with the most vital matters by letting events take their course? Can you step…

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Pangur Cat…

Pangur Ban I and Pangur Ban my cat, ‘Tis a like task we are at: Hunting mice is his delight, Hunting words I sit all night. Better far than praise of men ‘Tis to sit with book and pen; Pangur bears me no ill-will, He too plies his simple skill. ‘Tis a merry task to see At our tasks how glad are we, When at home we sit and find Entertainment to our mind. Oftentimes a mouse will stray In…

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