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Walk Out: englyn proest gadwynog
I’m so tired of all this: the endless sense of hopeless; the evil creeping like mist; the feeling ever helpless. Walk out into the sunshine! Find anything that’s divine: some thing we share, yours and mine. Look past its flaws … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, battle, daylight, death, englyn proest gadwynog, hope, illusion, poetic forms, Welsh verse forms
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What Happens Next
What makes reality ever so puzzling that vain attempting to just pin it down becomes a deception ensnared in illusion, naught but a fleeting smile behind a frown? What then of fantasy? Will we think ecstasy merely a distraction from … Continue reading
Come Up: englyn proest dalgron
Come up again from the earth; break through the cold crust and breathe! Stretch those limbs, no worse for wear; awake from your winter death! Rise up through the thawing soil, and drink the melting snow moist; with your rested … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, awakening, englyn proest dalgron, poetic forms, rebirth, spring, Welsh verse forms
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Philosophy Useless? Or What We Consider Philosophy?
“When the main reason why people do x is so that someone else can evaluate their ability to do x, it seems to me that something has gone wrong.” Seems to me that part of the problem with philosophy (and … Continue reading
Useless Feet: englyn lleddfbroest
Our life and death for a while leave some tiny mark on the earth, a minute’s trace of spent breath before we repose in death. In that lifetime, so fleeting, what we think we truly need escapes from us at … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, breath, death, englyn lleddfbroest, life, poetic forms, Welsh verse forms
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The Threshing Floor: englyn cyrch
Give an answer, if you can, where doubts plague each fighting man weighting healthy action down and distracting from good plans; where blind fear is laying waste to fresh brick and mortar paste shielding helpless, sick and poor, from the … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, battle, englyn cyrch, grief, honor, poetic forms, war, Welsh verse forms
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Change and transformation
“We’re mistaken to think there are things that exist solidly within the flow of experience that is our life. We think of who we are as something that’s permanent, that continues over time in the same unchanging form, independent of … Continue reading
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Tagged change, Dzogchen Ponlop, impermanence, perception, Rebel Buddha, transformation
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