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Photos by me
We Are Made One with What We Touch and See
We are resolved into the supreme air,
We are made one with what we touch and see,
With our heart's blood...
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My ship is waiting and I have to go.
Yes, this is our farewell. I won't say I'll
Return, sweet Princess. But I won't forget
The fairest of the maids who dropped their veils
And laundry baskets...
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WTF?
Where the hell have we been all our lives?
The gold coin of youth miss-spent knowing what you think
you know. Thinking what we thought to think… Illusions
of...
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Lollygagging Around the Bosque Dell
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)
Making fun is not just a past time or hobby,
its a manufacturing process, a labor of happy...
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Constantine Cavafy 1863-1933, Greek poet living most of his life in Alexandria.
This is probably my favourite of Cavafy's poems, the one where the mundane and the divine most closely intermingle....
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There is a plan far greater than the plan you know;
There is a landscape broader than the one you see.
There is a haven where storm-tossed souls may go--
You call it death--we,...
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