Paul G. Kallen

To Fairy Guruschka

Fairies are known for their weightlessness,
This is why the fairies can fly.
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Based on Monette B.’s experience

The only land where miracles are common
Is India Divine, I knew that since my youth.
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As I sit here thinking,
My eyes start blinking.
Dreams by the number come,
Distant thoughts begin to drum
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It seemed my life was falling apart
When I failed to enter the golden gate.
But destiny looked into my heart
And I found my soul mate.
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He is a knot of Global Spirit Net
Born to unite not to “divide and rule”.
He says, our life must be reset
Or we die as fish in a dried-up pool.
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To M-me S. B.

In Dusseldorf, on Fridays, once a week
Her father had a round-table talk.
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To M-me S. B.

The once-magnificent metropolis is dead.
The jungle enfolds the stunning architecture.
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To Monette B.

Birds at your door sing about you,
Cats at your feet voice devoted mew.
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Based on Marilyn Friday's OBE

Once I found I could leave my body behind
And explore beyond its human imagination.
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Based on Marilyn Friday’s OBE

Three little boys were riding bicycles in Rome
When I was leaving for a while my dear home.
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Based on Marilyn Friday’s OBE

It was Nile pyramids my soul yearned to seek.
They are the symbol of a rest, as old as unique.
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Based on Marilyn Friday’s OBE

The day was over and I was lying on my couch
When suddenly I heard that loud buzzing noise
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Based on Marilyn Friday’s OBE

My bedroom wall I walked through was the door
To the peculiar city glowing brighter than the sun.
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Based on Marilyn Friday’s OBE

That early morning my soul came upon a vision.
I saw the light was being issued from the mirror
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Catch up life moments on the lam.
Slow down the flow of the river.
Find a good place to build a dam,
And then, be busy as a beaver.
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Now have a look — a warm sunshiny day
Brings life upon the snow-covered earth.
The icy fur, that marvelous array,
Wrapped up trees branches, leading forth
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The weather is windy, the clouds are black,
Her body is shaken by the surge of delight.
The flashes of lightning, the sounds of crack —
It rains cats and dogs but she feels alright.
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The Andes put on view a lost empire —
I contemplate the ruins of Machu Picchu.
They are magnificent. I am inspired
By the prophetic essence of the picture.
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If only more people knew
The strength and oneness of her soul!
I’m blessed to be among the few
Who see the aureole.
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I feel so lonely amid the human race,
I live somewhere in outer space.
Like many souls in the realm of dream,
My soul yearns for a poetic gleam.
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