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A Poem by Dean
Amit Goswami says, "The basis of consciousness is not the material world, but the unconscious. And, heaven is the collective unconscious." I have trie..
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A Poem by Dean
May that faint light go outupon a world that wrestlesin the fetid swamp of tears. May the last uncompromising streamexpose the foul enormityof battle ..
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A Poem by Dean
It is at best a silent teacherthis pin-point of reflected light...this ball of blue and greenfloating on the cooling rock...this eminence that time co..
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A Poem by Dean
There was a life aborning,drawn from creation's hill,a fabric, wondrous in extrusion,that which makes up all of us, and all of God, for if we are crea..
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A Poem by Dean
It is the arts that need no Godto crystallize a paradise--the painter and the sculptor are aware that through their wrists, and underneath their finge..
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A Poem by Dean
It was on a day quite ordinarythat the stream of consciousnessbore gifts of green and whiteand frozen silver,where the old ones walked.For here a boya..
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A Poem by Dean
Here let me rest a little while--where the soil is lush and yielding,where the trees reach outin one magnificent embraceof mother earth, silent teache..
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A Poem by Dean
It seems old age has filtered inwithout so much as fanfare--rapacious, unforgiving, feedingon my body everywherelike those precocious maggotsstanding ..
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A Poem by Dean
Within you, do you feel it,that compulsion to create?Break the bands of mindlessness,take up the songthat like a river surgesto the mothering sea.Thro..
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A Poem by Dean
I must have marched the Appian Wayin triumph, for I hear the drums again,and I am called by stouter heartsto march among the menwho make their peace w..
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