Tag: world
group name: itsamiracle
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March 30, 2008 10:50 AM EDT --
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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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March 23, 2008 03:39 PM EDT --
Sublime I sit atop my jungle world
Knowing eternity is safe from harm.
I kiss the mountains and tumble in waves.
I roll and splash and jump about.
I bless each falling leaf and rain-soaked cloud. . . .
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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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April 07, 2008 07:46 PM EDT --
Sometimes a ripe tomato can taste like peanut butter,
And sometimes a mosquito out of focus can look like a bird.
I whipped my hair against your face and you said it felt like a horse's . . .
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April 04, 2008 04:09 PM EDT --
As I woke this morning, in that half conscious dreamy state I had what I can only call a Data Dump Dream. The whole scenario played out NOT in linear time, but all at once.
I was starkly aware . . .
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March 25, 2008 11:47 AM EDT --
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Workbook Lesson 2.
I have given everything I see all the meaning that it has for me.
I have given everything I see . . .
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April 02, 2008 01:25 PM EDT --
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Workbook Lesson 10.
My thoughts do not mean anything.
This idea applies to . . .
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April 19, 2008 10:24 AM EDT --
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Workbook Lesson 24.
I do not perceive my own best interests.
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April 25, 2008 11:12 PM EDT --
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Workbook Lesson 29.
God is in everything . . .
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April 20, 2008 11:16 PM EDT --
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Workbook Lesson 25.
I do not know what anything is for. . . .
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January 04, 2009 09:44 PM EST --
Miasma
( A Snippet)
He thought he was touched by healing God,
others smiled, it had been medicine.
In his mental haze closed eyes could guess
Granny's unfinished . . .
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April 20, 2008 12:15 AM EDT --
Faces of death
Sunset, now, on my window begging to write it
A purple suicide note.
'Come on write it for yourself.' I may have uttered.
Selfish-man as I am
Or a man who . . .
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April 23, 2008 02:47 PM EDT --
A night ride
A sweet breeze touches the face, plays with locks,
The car moves with the light and shadow of night.
The torn blanket drawn over by side street
The breeze becomes . . .
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May 02, 2008 08:56 AM EDT --
Sleep
The blissful sleep. The leaves of trees in silent fall.
A pair of eyes in profuse sweating. A fly's buzz.
All that dirt around us is not profaning him.
Watch with thirst, . . .
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December 28, 2008 10:09 PM EST --
The shining blue and white
White enters inside,
the psyche is being blurred,
a tree's chalky smile...
Winter, I am here now,
mist roams midst my . . .
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December 29, 2008 09:52 PM EST --
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The Thoughtful Santa
His fingers ached when he left keyboard at last.
The message he has sent, albeit he does not
really believe- the man ever exists.
The frosted windows . . .
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December 30, 2008 10:03 PM EST --
Wishes at large
Her fingers gripping the glass
can go through the materials
the properties of the glass,
transparency, through the hardness,
through the liquid the glass contains. . . .
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April 15, 2008 09:13 AM EDT --
Woman inside
The woman inside the skin of his head
Picks up those stones they have thrown and builds a
Rock garden amid the mess of days, nights
And life.
The curious world . . .
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April 18, 2008 09:01 AM EDT --
The power-cut at the main street
Outside, the sound of pollution rises.
Midday, hustling around for nickels, sweats.
The power-cut has picked up a book,
The words dance before PC-eyes. . . .
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