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Zenspace: In Passing
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Find Yourself - Lose Your Way - An online garden for peaceful introspective. She whispers my name. Only I can hear. Monday, February 10, 2014. This long road I never expected to see. Past the vanishing point milestone markers melt slowly. A billion billion drops of rain never counted and the wind. Working overtime to the same conclusion. The silent stars stand witness. They alone hold the key. For the road begins and ends by their good grace. And the secrets they share. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Assorted Misgivings and Trepidations: Turn Her OFF - Please!
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Assorted Misgivings and Trepidations. A collection of thoughts, images and blows against the empire. Turn Her OFF - Please! Will NOT shut up until YOU shut her up. Please do not buy her books, watch her shows, or take an interest in her unfortunate, irrelevant children. Engage instead, her hypocritical, inane arguments, and policies, with rational intelligent debate. Was in favor of, and implemented. Laws to encourage, the systematic hunting, slaughtering and eradication. View my complete profile. The fi...
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Zenspace: October 2013
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Find Yourself - Lose Your Way - An online garden for peaceful introspective. She whispers my name. Only I can hear. Monday, October 14, 2013. Some 200 years BC Eratosthenes,. The chief librarian at the great Library of Alexandria, read in a scroll that on the solstice the Sun was directly overhead some small town to the south, and that a vertically placed stick cast no shadow on that day. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Some Stuff About Me. 424419.°N - 74.44.32°W. I am the Accidental Taoist A child of the si...
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Zenspace: A Pale Shade of White
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Find Yourself - Lose Your Way - An online garden for peaceful introspective. She whispers my name. Only I can hear. Wednesday, February 26, 2014. A Pale Shade of White. White ice, white snow. White lace like windswept curtains blow. White, white, white. Until all color fades away. And I must surrender and finally lay. White down, white night. White cloud blankets; frozen white. I am pale now and in white moonlight do I reside. But in that white unbroken shadow. Doth the rainbow hide. Some Stuff About Me.
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Zenspace: Where The Wild Things Are
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Find Yourself - Lose Your Way - An online garden for peaceful introspective. She whispers my name. Only I can hear. Tuesday, February 18, 2014. Where The Wild Things Are. Strong Deer with Long legs. Take council in the night beneath my aged apple tree. I see them sometimes on sleepless nights. Other times I am awakened. Feeling their soft footfalls in my sleep before hearing them. The Strong Deer cease their silent whispering and look up. At the sound of my eyes opening. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Assorted Misgivings and Trepidations: Sarah's horror show
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Assorted Misgivings and Trepidations. A collection of thoughts, images and blows against the empire. I saw you on Hannity. Let us get it straight right now. I am not accusing you of setting the gunman in AZ off. I am accusing you of bad taste. I am denouncing your offensive, violent, "Hate Rhetoric" which has not stopped, and you will not apologize for. You claim there is no violent intent to your military style tactics,. And now on Hannity. The delightful look on your face as you said this says it all.
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Zenspace: March 2014
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Find Yourself - Lose Your Way - An online garden for peaceful introspective. She whispers my name. Only I can hear. Wednesday, March 26, 2014. The Last Day of Winter. The elements and the winds have conspired. The tempestuous clash almost over. A long hard Winter, it was not giving in without a fight. My hopes for an early Spring left frozen on the bathroom window each night. Crystallized in frozen moonlight. The stockpiles of firewood dwindle. April may well see a chilly spell or two, but Winter is over.
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Zenspace: December 2013
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Find Yourself - Lose Your Way - An online garden for peaceful introspective. She whispers my name. Only I can hear. Wednesday, December 25, 2013. Bright stars blaze down. Upon freshly fallen snow. Pleiades, The Bull, Orion. Gazing at my little farm. As they wheel and turn above. Fashionably late, the Moon struggles. As she climbs the back side of the hill. A hot fire, a hearth fire. Fills the room with an infrared glow. Outside the world slows with frozen cold. Though they say not a word. I recovered the...