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We age in years, but we mature in moments. |
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A Flower for Manly P. Hall
Her Grace Returns Paths Old Hair Poetic License Jazz Body Sudden Entrance Material and Soul Atlantis on My Mind |
A Flower for Manly P. Hall
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PathsFound in May 2012 when cleaningout my old wallet from 1986 Scanned original Each path leads to another path And that one to a third, And on and on path leads to path Until the way seems blurred. The beauty of this path lies in Its trodden permanence-- It beckons us to wear it thin While traveling whence to hence. This path winds gently left and right As if ignoring straight-- Perhaps its founder had no sight Or trod it very late. Or did he follow waves of sound That most folks fail to hear, Which led him up and down and round As far-off goals came near? How paths begin we'll never know (The woods will never say), But all who have a place to go Are thankful for The Way. |
Old HairSome sayI am old but at least my shadow's hair is still black. |
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Bearer is guaranteed the freedom to write anything at all or nothing at all, in any form or no form, in any color, at any angle, on any subject or no subject, using words real or coined. Bearer must endure all consequences of said writing, for this is how it is. |
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Jazz is in a box. |
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If you have a body, you'll be fine. If you are your body, trouble ahead. |
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Down below the library's lowest level we came to an entrance brilliant white and ellipsoid. My companion looked in and called "Anyone in here?" We began to enter but then my companion put up his arm to stop me. We listened for a moment. My companion whispered to me, "He wants to come back as flower drops." Whereupon I awakened. |
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Those captivated by materialism Are walking and driving and flying about Blind to the soul, to the essence. Why? Things that can't be seen aren't there, they aver. The very substance of us and the Universal Divinity--denied. Self trumps Soul in their being, but all Self sees is Self and Matter and billions of threatening Others to impress or compete with or kill. Soul, being One with Unity, is missed. Bombs explode. Snideness burgeons. People bounce and hit and hurt like a pinball in its machine. Awaken, humans. Be. |
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The existence of Atlantis, like that of God, is debated by the wise and the foolish. I could think that evil was powerful enough, when really horrid, to pull down a continent, with God's able help. Kings are human enough to go completely sour, and priests corrupt the boys to Papal tones of "tut-tut." Evil isn't overlooked, but is tucked away in cosmic folds for later outworking as with a storage battery. Atlantis had a big problem, and we here have our deeds of various darkness and light, unable to weigh the whole. We have and will have help. |
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