Category: Auto-biographical (spiritual quest)
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Floater Me
Fishermen waving like crazy; a small atoll lost in the Pacific; photo by me, from a Hughes 500 helicopter FLOATER ME I used to get this recurrent dream. I think I probably had it hundreds of times. It got to the stage where I know I would pretty well “groan in my dream “. A…
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Materialism of the Mind
Materialism of the Mind Materialism has been defined as an “interest in and desire for money, possessions, etc, rather than for spiritual or ethical values “. I’m sure most people associate the word with cars, houses, and paper dollars. I suspect there is a worse form of materialism. I think this second form of materialism…
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Going to Confession
GOING TO CONFESSION (a true story, based on childhood memories, that have lasted a life time) My mother was a devout Roman Catholic. When I was a child, we lived in Holland for a while, and I was very impressed at the way she went to the big Dutch Catholic church as often as she…
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Separation
Separation (to the music of the Main Theme of “Missing you ” by Vangelis) Have you ever… been in a crowded, smoke filled bar? Surrounded by people, all of them, glass in hand, talking their heads off? Have you found yourself withdrawing inside your mind? Wondering how they manage to all talk at once? With…
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Beating on the glass wall
Beating on the glass wall I found myself beating crazily almost hysterically on the glass wall invisible but invincible that our society from birth surrounds us with. We are men our role models abound: John Wayne Clint Eastwood Donald Trump Ken Lay and all the other shining examples of virtuous chivalry stiff upper lip brawn…
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Exile
EXILE credit: Mantovani – Exodus (we hold something precious in our hands: the fate of our very own true inner self. “a fragile craft in gentle hands “) EXILE I wonder often what dark dreams were flowing through my silent mind and where did all those waters flow the streams of unrelenting thought? My refuge…
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When I look at the sky
When I look at the sky I realize why I feel so small grasshopper tall when I contemplate our feeble fate. Who dares to say that their way is the ‘only’ road that will carry the load of the great(?) mind of Humankind? Last edited by Francis Meyrick on February 23, 2010, 9:21 pm
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The ugly little turtle
The ugly little turtle For as long as he could remember, he had been there.Huddled together with his brothers and sisters, in their cozy, warm bed.But now, as he lay and listened to the sighing wind outside, the important chatterings of his siblings, and the restless storm inside his mind, he knew things were…