In the depth of the moonlight - as I watched, there was a new sight and as I listened, there was a new sound and when I stopped to search around I saw a mirror on the ground I looked into the mirror and

The sweetness of you is a Bufferfly true Born and living in the skies of blue Waiting awhile to inhale Eternity Then flying free with myiriads of Birds singing songs into the skies of Infinity. Butterflies

Painting is seen and felt and poetry is also seen and felt and music marries the two. Music even a Dragon can feel. YOUTUBE.COM don mclean - vincent A beautiful song my favourite

Submitted for thought any may have: Actually, we think everything is conceived and created by the mind, I can agree, but what is it that constitutes the mind that conceives/perceives? My thought is that

Rumi, slightly modified... “Don't flounder in the preambles of the past Wounded with regrets; don't let autumnal nostalgia blind you to the sounds and scents of the present's Spring; You're a native of

Talking Tigers? Oh my! I was close to the woods A Black Bear saw me and ran away as scared as could be A white Tiger came to me and gave me a tight hug and said I was on the verge of quite a precipice

like the Dalai Lama said "learn the rules. That way you will know how to break them best." Dalai Lama - Rebel beyond confinement. click to see more

Social misfits in the crowd roar with their assent, the macrocosmic beings smile in assent as well. The match begins. Dr. Phil begins to speak, the Buddha sits in quiet contemplations. The match proceeds.

Inner Peace tranforms the World No one can do it for another Just for themselves You set your own Heart Awhirl With Love for Self and all Others And Be Your Own True Self.

Soulships With our ships we sail across the oceans, and in the skies Ships of beauty shining in the night So many stars in Heavenly flight The stars to guide our vessels We travel in our ships to newfound

Slowly but surely I absorb you and slowly but surely understand what you do Slowly but surely I become more refined Surely my darling we begin to blend minds

Don't know if the image link will work - but the poem is still mine. :D Once an Eagle egg was found on a piece of ground A farmer found it and put it in an incubater The Eagle hatched and walked around

Such lovely sensations Colorful flowers may make the night, while the moon shines so bright I sit here alone while new thoughts delight... my flowing perceptions. Is there something so wrong with that?

Silence harkens upon her hardened bows The ship seems desolate now Not one lost soul aware that it is lost to the waves of nothing And yet there is nothing that can stop her now, as She moves into the

The path is the path and the path veers and turns and the longer one travels the wider the expanses of paths that emerge.

The Devil within is not necessarily bad Teach it love and it can love Teach it to not be possessive and it can give Love it unconditionally to set for it example and the Devil within can be a preamble

In the depth of the midnight down by a pretty stream I saw the lovely moonlight reflecting in the water all my dreams and schemes A young girl appeared to me She "Would you like to see how lovely

Friendship is patience, sharing, giving Neither bragging, nor stooping to lying nor decieving Looking for no profit of it's own, but acting accordingly in each moment with truth and understanding It acts

Well, I was talking Minnesota Viking stuff again, which naturally turned into a discussion of Polar Bears and Wolves. Vamps were never even mentioned. Well, it is better that way sometimes as we do like

"Naturalness is called the Way. The Way has no name or form; it is just the essence, just the primal spirit. Essence and life are invisible Since ancient times, those who realized spiritual immortality