Category: AI Art
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8 December: Found Poetry
Into Depths It was Into peace,Not angered, or offended.But into most perfect depths. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St Porphyrious, First published in English 2005. ISBN 978-960-7120-19-9. A concise explanation of…
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7 December: Fiction, Maybe, Maybe Not
A Walk With Wolves Yesterday was a walk with my father’s memory. His wisdom still resonates in my bones. As always he keeps to my left side, to speak to my heart, he says. We walk with two wolves, a White and a Grey who step from the depths of salt marsh reeds – they…
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7 December: Found Poetry
Song The mindneeds to be held in the heart. Just as a nightingale singswithout seeing anyone. It is selfless. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St Porphyrious, First published in English 2005.…
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6 December: Somewhere There’s Always Chocolate
Somewhere near the equator, my youngest son is explaining to his daughter of nearly 6 years why she can’t have chocolate for breakfast, in much the same way that I explained to him when he was 6, why he couldn’t eat chocolate for breakfast, and much like my mum explained to me that eating chocolate…
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5 December: Found Poetry
Own We have nothing our ownbut wisdom and care. Everything is naught. These delicate matters are images of Own. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St Porphyrious, First published in English 2005.…
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4 December: Found Poetry
Thunderous How distant our lightningfrom thunder. How wounded by lovedoes a healed heart leap. Serene. Intense.A compunction from tears. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St Porphyrious, First published in English 2005.…
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3 December: Found Poetry
Transitions A frame of mindis not light on ones face. It shines the path ahead. It is something you feelwithout effort. It moves your mind to your heart. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Wounded by Love, The Life and…
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2 December: The Old Samurai
The Old Samurai On his white sheets and pillowstir the faces and those deadblank eyes and liquid last words. On his robe, silk stitched birdsand a flood of cherry blossoms. On the table, a tea ceremony waits. On his face, uplifted, winter falls,watery eyes as he remembersyouthful evenings in the village. On his head a…
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2 December: Found Poetry
Undertones Honey,sweet and runnyto flood your mind and heart. A dreamof wisdom flows below and underneath. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Wounded by Love, The Life and Wisdom of St Porphyrious, First published in English 2005. ISBN 978-960-7120-19-9. A…
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1 December: 07 Völuspá
The Laying of Baldr The 1st DreamsOppressiveAs mighty godsCalamity forebode not willMighty this futureof seers questioned Be thee resolvedPowersOther and griefCompacts and vowsAll oaths sworn The 2nd HowlingLong SongsMagic siredAnd bayedSlaughter ChantsTo magicSpoke shePronouncing spellsFire Bereaves flame Baldr: son of the god Odin and the goddess Frigg. His death is the harbinger of RagnarökSvalin(n) in Old Norse translates as “cold” or “chill”…
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