Posts by Bob Strum
There Is Some One, See Him
There is someone, see him-
He is
There Is Some One, See Him There is someone, see him- He is analysing himself! He is elucidating himself!! There is someone, see him He is stepping u...
There Is Some One, See Him There is someone, see him- He is analysing himself! He is elucidating himself!! There is someone, see him He is stepping u...
THE GIRL I MET IN MAY
The gladness of my heart is wakened,
By
THE GIRL I MET IN MAY The gladness of my heart is wakened, By the colours of the day; By the speckled cream of wavelets, Rolling up the tide-washed b...
THE GIRL I MET IN MAY The gladness of my heart is wakened, By the colours of the day; By the speckled cream of wavelets, Rolling up the tide-washed b...
In the End...
In the End...
We All be just like stories...
In the End... In the End... We All be just like stories... part of the immortal Book... Only seashells will be able to echo the sounds of our So...
In the End... In the End... We All be just like stories... part of the immortal Book... Only seashells will be able to echo the sounds of our So...
THE OLDEST LOVE LETTER
It took a long time and a great deal of
THE OLDEST LOVE LETTER It took a long time and a great deal of thought, I couldnt believe I had lost what I sought. I should have forgotten, moved on...
THE OLDEST LOVE LETTER It took a long time and a great deal of thought, I couldnt believe I had lost what I sought. I should have forgotten, moved on...
MATERIAL
VERSUS
PHENOMENAL
REALITIES
… … Muhammad
MATERIAL VERSUS PHENOMENAL REALITIES … … Muhammad Yusuf Where does a philosopher, poet and/or artist finally chooses to live in ? Within hi...
MATERIAL VERSUS PHENOMENAL REALITIES … … Muhammad Yusuf Where does a philosopher, poet and/or artist finally chooses to live in ? Within hi...
Yearnings... by Ashok K. Bhargava
How can I be myself
my own
Yearnings... by Ashok K. Bhargava How can I be myself my own tree my own roots, branches, leaves my own flower in the morning of my own sun. I do no...
Yearnings... by Ashok K. Bhargava How can I be myself my own tree my own roots, branches, leaves my own flower in the morning of my own sun. I do no...
The Power of Faith
There are moments
In one’s life,
When
The Power of Faith There are moments In one’s life, When the hours Seem twisted in infinity And the mind capsizes Like a vessel in the wild And tu...
The Power of Faith There are moments In one’s life, When the hours Seem twisted in infinity And the mind capsizes Like a vessel in the wild And tu...
If the tree embraces the sky,
Or the flower radiates
If the tree embraces the sky, Or the flower radiates blossoms, Of course it matters . . It breathes life . . on the broad smile of the sun, On the st...
If the tree embraces the sky, Or the flower radiates blossoms, Of course it matters . . It breathes life . . on the broad smile of the sun, On the st...
RAINBOW OF ONENESS
Once upon a time
We both strangers
And
RAINBOW OF ONENESS Once upon a time We both strangers And now, we are very near and dear I know this is a miracle for us A gift of cosmos to you ...
RAINBOW OF ONENESS Once upon a time We both strangers And now, we are very near and dear I know this is a miracle for us A gift of cosmos to you ...
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