Tag: belief
group name: itsamiracle
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November 21, 2009 08:48 PM EST --
Prime numbers
It is always an early winter;
I have math grades to show my father.
Brown leaves fall on those sheets. I can say,
it is not an effortless . . .
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November 15, 2009 08:32 PM EST --
Imperceptible conspiracy
My eyes are not adept for those sounds
she listens;
it is not that easy to believe
what she sees.
White flakes fall on the cedars . . .
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March 30, 2008 10:50 AM EDT --
Previous Workbook Lesson Links are Listed Blow
Workbook Lesson 7.
I see only the past.
This idea is particularly difficult to believe at . . .
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March 25, 2008 05:29 PM EDT --
I. Introduction
This is not a course in theoretical philosophy, nor is it concerned with precise terminology in connection with origins. It is concerned only with Atonement, or the correction of . . .
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October 17, 2009 09:42 PM EDT --
evening sings on the last ferry
The yellow lights flicker on the waves,
an addition to the evening,
an addition to the river’s tide.
Count the changes, the . . .
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October 25, 2009 09:47 PM EDT --
promises on a brown leaf
The thing between the seasons, the changes,
the whoooosh sound of wind asking, the words
of a stream of some fumbling answers, . . .
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November 11, 2009 08:31 PM EST --
The prodigal parakeet’s return
Because the green bird has forgotten
the basics of aerodynamics;
because survival demands knowledge
of the . . .
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November 16, 2009 08:31 PM EST --
Forced diet
“What we are is just what we believe.”
I tell this to my lunch hour glass of
water. The whole lunch consists only
transparent liquid and opaque grief. . . .
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September 24, 2009 07:47 AM EDT --
Than bauk for a travel song
Neon, neon
we are on roads
a song travels.
© 2009- C opyright reserved Kushal Poddar (reprinting is absolutely prohibited, without permission) . . .
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October 20, 2009 09:34 PM EDT --
a red pearl on a string
It would be a pearl, the wise ones solace,
to be worn by a lady who knows
how to wear them to her advantage,
how to outshine the creases of age. . . .
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November 17, 2009 08:45 PM EST --
Hemlock for a drink : dinner for one
He knew what I was serving.
The nothing in his expression
could be called as calmness.
He drunk the hemlock as night fell.
I never . . .
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September 22, 2009 09:22 AM EDT --
incautious adventures
The birdbath has a lonely crow
with the dark and wet feathers
of the one who survives.
She talks with the panes, talks in
cellphones with the cautious . . .
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September 23, 2009 08:14 AM EDT --
New block in the blood
The sound of sob makes you attentive;
a new neighborhood; you fear others
and cannot fathom their angst, pathos.
Unpacked boxes fill corners. Curtains . . .
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October 01, 2009 07:38 AM EDT --
The egg of a hope
To my brother, Robert
Four hundred yards from the church;
a riverbed lies near,
waiting for the rainy days;
a temple in the far east.
Evening . . .
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October 25, 2009 06:33 AM EDT --
N eatly p assionate
By
Kushal Poddar
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He looks at those packing boxes, lying askew. The lack of pattern disturbs him. He moves them till they form a perfect pyramid. Ask anybody . . .
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November 07, 2009 08:37 PM EST --
Flesh of an apple
A drop of red; stains earth; proves gravity;
grows up as a sprawled tree; bears alluring,
glistening fruits I have brought for you at this
sickbed. . . .
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October 31, 2009 09:36 PM EDT --
Hollow wind on two frozen wings
A hollow wind and two frozen wings for a dodo.
Its over! Works are done! You scream. Vacation begins
as it has ended on . . .
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November 13, 2009 08:38 PM EST --
Roadside philosophy
Once you know more, you cannot escape
this evening tilting at an angle,
the straw strewn path for a walk with girls,
unnatural . . .
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April 03, 2008 12:22 AM EDT --
If you would like to talk about the Course please call me on my cell from the USA: 011+52+415-107-9628
Other countries codes
Or my e-mail address is: miracleweb@gmail.com . . .
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November 27, 2009 07:49 AM EST --
Zen economics
Blankness. Blankness.
A brief pause.
Blankness once more.
They urge me to buy
an one way ticket
as a therapy.
Actually if
Mr. Magellan . . .
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