thomas skypembrook Poems

here it goes
life's plentiful ways
here it comes
life's fruits
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these are the scrambles
heard it all
that works bloom
beautifully
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what mind
it isn't there
what have i seen
not i know
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doting love
plus for this darling
a fort of strength
pining for the world
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swell now well
that tennyson speaks and tells
i meditate here and learn
so much to ascertain
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see that everything goes
for forever
forever love
let flowers bloom heroically
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what can it tell
what can i tell
the road is unknown and isn't staked
where nothing is
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when you travel in this world
all the views you meet
you will know
with God all things are possible
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the world is a great fruit
please share it with everybody
when the mind is not occupied
with anything
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it is here, nothing
it's got nothing to do with anything.
dogen says the way is originally and ultimately perfect,
how can it be contingent on practice and realization?
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