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I am
by Ghairo Daniels

I AM

I am that I am
SourceLight within my Innermost Heart
unique fractal of Divinity
ever evolving spiralling ascending
deathless ageless
is my Soul

I am that I am

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ICE : Ode to Self
by Ghairo Daniels

I C E : Ode to Self

few Hearts can fancy dress their
nakedness in icicle Presence
fewer minds will slip into cemetery’s dusk
soul appears, no hectic heady harkening
glancing what is needed or already seeded
Insight measures wisdom, not cerebral chancing

silence answers chaos, no questions

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My Son John
by Evelyn Judy Buehler

My son, John, was an engaging fellow, who was barely ten years old;
And liked frogs, marbles and playing ball, in luscious, noontime gold.

My son, John, was rather a dreamer, like the lazy cloud, sky features.
My son, John, was a leader, like a plum sky moon, flying by meteors.

John was our youngest child, very loved by his sisters, father and me;
Like the richest time of day, when cobalt sea, and mirrored sky agree.

John loved hot, stuffed dumplings, oftentimes sold by street vendors;

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ICE : Ode to Self
by Ghairo Daniels

I C E : Ode to Self

few Hearts can fancy dress their
nakedness in icicle Presence
fewer minds will slip into cemetery’s dusk
soul appears, no hectic heady harkening
glancing what is needed or already seeded
Insight measures wisdom, not cerebral chancing

silence answers chaos, no questions

......

Continue reading
I am
by Ghairo Daniels

I AM

I am that I am
SourceLight within my Innermost Heart
unique fractal of Divinity
ever evolving spiralling ascending
deathless ageless
is my Soul

I am that I am

......

Continue reading
My Son John
by Evelyn Judy Buehler

My son, John, was an engaging fellow, who was barely ten years old;
And liked frogs, marbles and playing ball, in luscious, noontime gold.

My son, John, was rather a dreamer, like the lazy cloud, sky features.
My son, John, was a leader, like a plum sky moon, flying by meteors.

John was our youngest child, very loved by his sisters, father and me;
Like the richest time of day, when cobalt sea, and mirrored sky agree.

John loved hot, stuffed dumplings, oftentimes sold by street vendors;

......

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