Category: The Great Cosmic Kindness
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Do you remember, Latin Mass?
https://www.bitchute.com/video/H9mDEsINWCeA/ Do you Remember, Latin Mass? @MeowBarkChirp I have not attended (found) a Latin Mass, for decades now. I’m often surprised how much I miss it. Not just the mass. But that bygone, lost, never seemingly to be repeated, sense of awe. Purpose. Soaring mystique. Something so magnificently elevating. A few years back, I visited a…
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Why the stupid Greed?
Why the stupid greed? In the autumn of my little life, I, a simple enough, not-terribly-bright, God-respecting man, marvel at the human race. I really do. For decades now, I’ve regarded Life as a very interesting, albeit too brief, sojourn on a really cool little planet. A taster, kinda thing. Hopefully, I and others…
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Beyond the Garden gate
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A Chance Meeting
A chance meeting It is fine to wander staff in hand that long, dusty road and meet, once in a while, a rare event a fellow pilgrim. With whom we may converse deeply, satisfyingly yet mostly in silence. Listening to clouds the wind, the stars at night. And our own, soft hearts, beating. Return…
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Great Cosmic Kindness
GCK – MAIN INDEX Great Cosmic Kindness One small soul's clumsily-tripping journey through the great puzzle of his tiny Life Revealed Humanity Sailing the Stars Smoke, and lenses. Tiny spirit, thick fog. Beyond the Garden Gate Poetry A Chance Meeting Last edited by Francis Meyrick on April 17, 2021, 5:53 am
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Smoke, and lenses. Tiny spirit, thick fog.
Smoke, and lenses. Tiny spirit, thick fog. There is much that I, a tiny mud worm spirit, fail to understand. I step softly through new portals of thought, humbly, respectfully, as one always seeking a teacher. Or on the look-out. For a better, more knowledgeable man. I love to probe new questions. Or old ones, in…
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Sailing the Stars
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Revealed Humanity
Revealed Humanity A small handful of stories achieve something, that the common mass and jousting jumble of written words never, ever will: They give us a glimpse into the very soul of the writer, naked and uncovered, brave and bloodied. Their tales are their gift to us. They permit us to walk a mile in…
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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…