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poetry of the mystics
Sep 9th
To see a world in a grain of sand
And heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour – to quote blake
From this the age of reason seems to have taken over, mysticism relates more to romanticism.
The poet traherne claims, ”our enjoyment of the world More >
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Loading ...A Tear On My Pillow
Sep 5th
When I lay and think, in my bed at night,
the day you’ll arrive, seems nowhere in sight.
I toss and I turn, dreaming of you,
opening my eye’s… checking if my dream came true.
It didn’t, again, and a tear starts to roll,
weeping quietly… my pillow I hold.
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(No Ratings Yet) Loading ...The Books Are No Longer On My Mind
Sep 3rd
Yesterday, I finally got to straighten out the mess that my bookshelves had become. Then I wrote this poem and drew the accompanying picture.
The Books Were On My Mind, a computer drawing by Harry Kottler
The Books Are No Longer
On My Mind
by Harry Kottler
When you’ve lived someplace a while
And reading a lot is your style.
The books More >
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(No Ratings Yet) Loading ...Why The Sage Stays Hidden
Sep 2nd
Most people never even are aware that sages exist. This poem describes why the sage stays hidden.
This House a computer drawing by Harry Kottler
Why The Sage Stays Hidden
by Harry Kottler
Heaven and earth go on and on.
How come these places last so long?
Their own lives, they don’t create.
That is the reason for their long More >
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(No Ratings Yet) Loading ...Money
Aug 31st
While visiting Canada from the U.S., when I handle Canadian money it seems quite strange as if it were money from the game, Monopoly. That thought inspired today’s poem.
Monopoly Money
Money
by Harry Kottler
When you’re in another country
The money there seems just for play.
Like money used in the game, Monopoly,
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(No Ratings Yet) Loading ...BARE HANDED BABA story poem
Aug 29th
The bare handed Baba was so called as
He never carried anything with him. He
Did not welcome any company in travel.
He didn’t store food for tomorrow, nor
Was his next meal, any of his concern.
Villagers used to ask him “Baba, is it wrong
To think of tomorrow?” He would reply:
“I don’t know. But this is the way I More >
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(No Ratings Yet) Loading ...you dirty…and me naughty!
Aug 20th
She whispered “will it hurt me?”
“Of course not” answered he
“It’s a very simple process,
You can rely on me.”
She said “I’m very frightened,
I’ve not had this before.
My friend has had it five times
And said it can be More >
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(No Ratings Yet) Loading ...The Ocean I Have Come To Know
Aug 7th
Yesterday, I was sitting by the beach here in Southern California while my daughter was swimming. As I sat there, I wrote this poem.
Swimming In God’s Ocean, a computer drawing by Harry Kottler
The Ocean I Have Come To Know
by Harry Kottler
Sitting by the outer beach
All we need is inner peace.
We don’t need the waves to More >
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Aug 7th
Driving down the road
I smile to myself
With thoughts of you
Written all over
I remember
Our bouts of laughter
I remember
Those crazy talks
I irritate you the most
But you always seem unruffled
Having you around
Insanity is always on my mind
Now when I leave
With no hard feelings
I realize
What I would miss the most
I wonder
If you will also reminisce
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