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Post by simpledip on Nov 18, 2019 7:27:52 GMT -6
Moments are like the beads one counts and prays. Each one is a chapter of history
full of illusions and beliefs that anchors one
in the ocean of life. Outside the window
light fades, night descends the bird calls stop
softly time passes. - Dip
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Nov 18, 2019 7:30:23 GMT -6
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Post by AquarianM on Nov 18, 2019 7:30:23 GMT -6
Dip, so true.
Dan
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Nov 18, 2019 13:15:52 GMT -6
Post by Catlady2710 on Nov 18, 2019 13:15:52 GMT -6
So very profound.
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Nov 19, 2019 5:33:10 GMT -6
Post by lostineternity99 on Nov 19, 2019 5:33:10 GMT -6
You are right about the chapters of history, Dip ... another serenely wise poem.
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Post by simpledip on Nov 20, 2019 7:55:04 GMT -6
Dan, Cat & Rick, Thank you for your kind messages. There are moments when we connect to souls we have never met physically
that take us to uncharted area of being together, thinking same thing:
taking us to the edge of time a time before words
when all that existed was thought without form -Dip
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Nov 21, 2019 9:54:53 GMT -6
Post by QueenFoxy on Nov 21, 2019 9:54:53 GMT -6
Two very beautiful poems, Dip. They touch my heart.
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Nov 27, 2019 3:03:15 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2019 3:03:15 GMT -6
Ty for sharing
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Post by goldenmyst on Dec 2, 2019 21:23:22 GMT -6
Dip you capture the rhythms of life in a pastoral setting where time has slowed down. I truly love the place this poem took me to. When I was a child I read about Tibet and life there, after the invasion. It is so wonderful that there are still enclaves of Shangri la out there.
John
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