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| Open Poetry #34 |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan 
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at last success the vital zero stoic sages Zen teachers philosophers practicing yoga an all together in sum times nothing the calm nil a placid non the vacant un where more nothing grows not sadness sorrow hope or joy empty yes the final no |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
hmmmmm - very esoteric- and interesting read-  SusanHappiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
at last |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Well if you're going to put my name in a title, you're certainly going to get my attention. (It's a common enough name, so need to explain, but I am curious as to the relationship to the poem--which reads as a koan explained, to my point of view.) I'd read with interest some of the exchange between you and Kacy regarding Buddhism as well, and I was wondering if you'd indulge me with further explanation on this'n. |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
Karen Ann, My apologies if I caused any distress. For some reason, (not all that obscure), I seem at times particularly affected by the story of Karen Ann Quinlan. Again, sorry. John P.S. The sun finally broke through into this gloomy place I call home. Time and time again I wonder what the hell am I doing here. Silence is my only answer— If walls could talk what would they tell me— Once I sheltered Ambassadors from different nations— they were satisfied— Why not me--?? I am from OZ No one can follow only swallow things I have to say— Back over the rainbow I shall go till another rainy day. Who am I? Alice or the Pinball Wizard. Karen Ann Quinlan A song still sings within the glen For all who shun the ways of men. For there a song of peace is heard without a single spoken word. Karen Ann Quinlan the constant struggle with submission is tiring this so-called strength I’ve gained is just another heavy load, I wish to curl myself into a Fetal rose and rest in the eternal womb awhile. January 7, 1975 Karen Ann Quinlan |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
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AH... now you see, it made perfect sense even applied to me personally...drug probs here too yanno. So thanks for the explantion. An excellent poem as per your subject, and a bit of synchronicity for this reader. |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
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