Monastery Musings Redux

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a Summer pool

a Summer pool

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Cormac McCarthy, celebrated US novelist, dies aged 89 →

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we are never what we seem.
pieces go missing
or were never there to begin with.
but still,
always there is beauty
always,
there is you.
always

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I’m going to quote Bob Dylan to you. Bob and I were painting together one day, and I asked him how he wrote so many great songs. In all seriousness, he said, “John, I’ve written the same four fucking songs a million times.” I’m going to get in line with Bob on that. It’s always the same song, just more mature or with a different angle. -John Mellencamp

I’m going to quote Bob Dylan to you. Bob and I were painting together one day, and I asked him how he wrote so many great songs. In all seriousness, he said, “John, I’ve written the same four fucking songs a million times.” I’m going to get in line with Bob on that. It’s always the same song, just more mature or with a different angle.

-John Mellencamp

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I remember
her telling me
she
wanted to cry.
The tears would well up
and she didn’t know why.
I remember
I remember
The cycle of innocence lost
The pain one would feel
The weight of the cost
of remembering.

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she wasn’t always
there for me,
yet her sad eyes
could always see
that truth
is sometimes pain
in her world
she floats above
the uncertainty
of unfound love
in her world
she is
the beginning,
she is the end
In her world
I feel unworthy
for I
could...

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I remember you.
you passed me in a dream.
I could follow the trail you left
as if you were a comet,
soaring through
the sky we knew
unencumbered
by gravity.
you glowed
with a brightness
that blinded
filling me
with a longing
that lay heavy
on my soul

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Sally always whispered
when she had something to say
as if she was afraid
she was in the way
I loved that about her
the whispered proclamations
the whispered condemnations
the whispered declarations
of love
it all came in a whisper
as if she had a...

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before the fire
when I’d yet to learn
how fiercely a love
can make a heart burn
before the fire
when I didn’t know
that fanning the embers
would make the flame grow
before the fire
and before the spark
I wandered around
alone in the dark
before the...

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there was just a trace
of sadness in the air
no reason necessary
it was just always there
just in case
perhaps,
left over
from a distant day
of sorrow much to smothering
to ever fully go away
hence a trace
a remnant
forever here to stay
if the wind...

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