Tag: Union
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‘The morning gray closes in…’
Words that came to me during morning meditation moments before a philosophical conversation recently: * The morning gray closes in, and I cannot see the mountain. I do not know you thus, but might I find you still by some other route? I close my eyes, and mumble your name. Soon I forget it.
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‘Milky birds…’
Words that came to me during morning meditation moments before a philosophical conversation recently: * Milky birds Seaweed tree Breathing gneiss / Be, all you, all me, but a single stroke of life.
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‘Swaying reeds…’
Words that came to me during morning meditation moments before a philosophical conversation on Sunday: * Swaying reeds like hanging beans Through you I see the mountains.
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‘Breathing sun…’
Words that came to me during morning meditation moments before a philosophical conversation: * 1 Breathing sun Swinging gate Whistling turn… 2 O breathing sun O swinging gate breathe and whistle me till you whirl and whistle me into you.
Andrew Taggart, Ph.D. 
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