Tag Archives: illusion

Bugle Call

Click on this MP3 file to hear the morning reveille bugle call. The MP3 for Taps, played at night is below the poem. Reveille ********************************************** The bugle sounds each morning and night marking the commencing and passing of the day. … Continue reading

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Yellow Sock

Yellow sock returns my mind across miles wandering through shadowed byways Slowly I search for who I am for I no longer know until I remember my yellow sock which leads me to parts of my life one by one … Continue reading

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Spectrum of Sanity

Mental illnesses we whisper nodding knowingly usually without compassion full of self-righteous judgment but is mental illness a soul lost in a world too hard to understand layers of illusion and lies false gaiety longing for something that has no … Continue reading

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Fireballs

Big red cinnamon balls that burned and turned our tongues red. For a penny we could plop these hard candies in our mouths and savor its melting, burning sweetness. Sweet and fiery, a beautiful red haired seductress. How easily we … Continue reading

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Golden Dog

He watches me, holds my gaze for long periods of time, transmitting from the astral. I feel engulfed as I merge with him, becoming one with him, yet still retaining my essence. Animals are our guides. How foolish we are … Continue reading

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Honey of Life

Gratitude is the honey of life. Sip its nectar every day. Even the poorest of the poor can enjoy the stars. Gratitude is the honey of life. Shift your perspective to behold the glory of God. Every breath you take … Continue reading

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Spiral Lesson–The Voice of God

I hear the voice of God in the silence of the floresta. With whispers of wind, God calls my name. In silence, I go within opening to Source. Pulse of my blood coursing through my veins marks my life here … Continue reading

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