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Dusk is a Poem
If dawn has secrets to tell, dusk has a poem to share. Listen! There’s a voice without words, listen… Trees rhyme with the light pole, clouds humming by the side.
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That which God said to the rose
” That which God said to the rose and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty, He said to my heart, and made it a hundred times more beautiful.”- Rumi Wow! Rumi has his way to deliver his heart, across hundreds of years, like the rose, still fresh.
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Buck Moon
It’s full moon again, Buck Moon now. Last full moon, I was enjoying the moon rise in the Sierras, more particular on Tioga pass, entering HWY 395, the gateway to solitude. I still remember how excited I was seeing the Strawberry Moon peeking at me over the edge of mountain, waving between the gap of…
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Morning Flowers
Morning is sacred, everything is pure and newly born. Your mind is quiet, pure like morning dew; you can hear the flowers whisper, and the birds answer.
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Pinnacles at Dusk
Walking into the mountains at dusk. That moment, when soft light glows on half of the cliff, trees are dancing with the breeze, standing like a bonsai on the contour of rocks. Different birds starting their serenade for the nightfall. That moment is almost sacred, makes you feel like stepping into a different realm, where…
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Monsoon Season
Monsoon season is here, bringing the gorgeous sunsets. See how mother nature writes her poem. I’m trying to copy, all I got is a blur…
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Lion’s Paw
“The lion’s paw trembles like the rose petal” -Rumi Words from 800 years ago can still make you tremble and humble.