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Beeswing

Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason. -Novalis Ah… mid week, the rains have abated a bit, and we are working again. Nothing like doing something to make the world a bit nicer. This edition started with me stumbling over an old favorite of mine; “Beeswing” by Richard Thompson. I have long loved Thompson’s work, and it was a nice start to the project. When living in L.A. we were acquainted with his second wife, who was the booking agent…

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Into The Wonder

“The happiness of the drop is to die in the river.” – Al-Ghazali If you do not give up the crowds you won’t find your way to Oneness. If you do not drop your self you won’t find your true worth. If you do not offer all you have to the Beloved, you will live this life free of that pain which makes it worth living. – Shaikh Abu Saeed Abil Kheir ——- Monday Night… So, I find this painting…

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90 Years On…

“God gave us the gift of life; it is up to us to give ourselves the gift of living well.” – Voltaire (Eugene Thirion – Jeanne d’Arc) With Madness Like to Mine Not one is filled with madness like to mine In all the taverns! my soiled robe lies here, There my neglected book, both pledged for wine. With dust my heart is thick, that should be clear, A glass to mirror forth the Great King’s face; One ray of…

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May Post

You can understand and relate to most people better if you look at them — no matter how old or impressive they may be — as if they are children. For most of us never really grow up or mature all that much — we simply grow taller. O, to be sure, we laugh less and play less and wear uncomfortable disguises like adults, but beneath the costume is the child we always are, whose needs are simple, whose daily…

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The Winds Of May

“How can we ever lose interest in life? Spring has come again And cherry trees bloom in the mountains.” — Ryokan Friday night, Saturday Morning: Early summer has been unfolding here in a most peculiar way. After Beltane the temperatures dipped, and stayed low. If ya saw a bee, it was moving at the slowest rate. The clouds have been scuttling across the sky, and the rain has kept a steady beat on the local street. Yet, it is entirely…

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Into The Heart Of The Green World

“Now the bright morning-star, Day’s harbinger, Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire! Woods and groves are of thy dressing; Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.” – John Milton, Song on a May Morning,…

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