Poetry is to Music as Lyric is to Soul for Wednesday, July 26, 2006

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Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Empty

Empty Empty I have room for ALL. Empty Mind Will I die? Empty Heart Will I cry? Empty Senses Will I finally Hear? Finally See? Empty Form Will I Know The Formless? Empty Being Will I Become Being, Itself? "Where is Shams?" " He has gone Home." © 2006 Shamsujim Sign in to see full entry.

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Kultivating Kindness, Karla

And, when finally, I saw That more then Respect, Kindness, was needed from me; How to be kind Is the question, Not, when. Who can perfect Kindness When trying to Serve The Judge Would it be kind to say: "Judgment imprisons Love In its knowing box, and... Thereby, knows nothing!" Or, kinder still, to say nothing And by overlooking, Slip free again Into the afternoon sun. For I know It is not kind To allow or let myself Be hung on Any judgment, Save God's, alone. © 2004 Shamsuddin Sign in to see full entry.

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The Point of the Hundreth Monkey

Some people believe that Peace will actually manifest on the planet when the 'Hundreth Monkey' gets it. Gets what? Gets the idea that war has never and will never be a solution to human disagreement. Well, you just might be the hundreth monkey... join those who know war is insane. Click Here Sign in to see full entry.

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