Touche
At the end,
there is the silent field alone
to offer up its peace , and then
his eyes upon the rising smoke
Pyrrhus smiles,
not for his hollow victory
but for the twisted, blessed men
who do not have to see.
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Namaste! "I honor the place within you where the entire universe resides. I honor the place within you of Love and Light, of Truth and Peace. When you are in that place in you, and I am in that place in me, there is only ONE of us." Please give me your reactions to the poems and thoughts in this blog. (Critiques and disagreements are equally welcome) Simply click anywhere you see "Comment" and then on "Post a comment." I'll really appreciate your doing this, and will often respond. Peace!
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About Me
- Dean
- Retired, former radio announcer, teacher, pipe organ technician...now an internet addict, poet, and progressive patron of the arts.
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