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Eagle Eyes
Eagle eyes under rocky brows, Hold an original gaze, The meekness of a baby, purling in the shade, And among the cliffs, I follow Streams newborn across an ancient face.
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Do You Enjoy a Cappuccino?
Deeper Sense and a Sip of Espresso Coffee takes many forms – as a leading commodity, a ritual of pleasure, as emotional fuel in throw-away cups – or at its most artful, the commingling of espresso and frothed milk. Love goes not only into the brewing, but also the appreciation of a cappuccino, which is […]
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Honing Perception
My Perspective on Controversy Associated with John de Ruiter Controversy around John de Ruiter often raises concerns about spiritual organizations and authority figures, as John’s life-story suggests to some a gap between John and the integrity he speaks about. I suggest that John’s integrity is demonstrated in his life and work. If you factor in […]
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The Trumpet Player
Windows were alight in the streets. I listened to the howl of a wolf, but to my surprise it was a trumpet player crooning in the night. Though his trumpet was as luminous as the moon, its timbre was dark. A searing note became a melody. I stepped towards him and he met me with […]
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Being Differently
Alternative Modes in The Princess Bride In The Princess Bride, no pain nor danger can diminish the courage and humour of the heroes. The classic fantasy spoof succeeds as a captivating yet hilarious tale of true love. Wesley’s conviction upholds his love for Princess Buttercup, even through near death, torture, and the prospect of living […]
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An Image of Core-Splitting Honesty in Nanook of the North
In a Canadian winter 30 degrees below, you can’t help but notice the power of nature, but you can dash from car to house and forget it as quickly as possible. Western amenities let the Northerner ignore the full import of the freeze, which reveals how limited our culture and infrastructure really are. What we […]
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Ancient River
Sunlight plays like ribbons on the surface of the stream, The evening shades of amber coiling round the boulders clean. From hills beyond my sight it runs, the ages to deliver. Now I, naked on the naked banks, step in the ancient river. Along my ribs the current rolls, the heaving liquid gold, And tumbles […]
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Listening
Love’s counterfeit, I spit you out. The name will my closed lips more beautifully pronounce. Meek original, unmixed with doubt, Whisper in my heart your holy sounds. The sound without the substance round us rings. The clock ticks out its millions, Choices sating mouths like worms in desperate baby beaks, Nourishing not when it feeds […]
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Down a Hidden Path
You criticize me: a spring runs in the sunlight to a shady nook. Slighting words: the soil’s warm between my toes. The wrong is mine: I feel the blossom breeze come in. Birdsong lightens the creative air Where I walk beside the stream. You love me: your lamp-lit house gleams among the dusky leaves.
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Before a Dive
A being swimming in the deeps While in moonlight a cool wind sweeps. A light appears without warning, But a ripple in the morning, And as I look upon those deeps, I wonder what great truth the water keeps.