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		<title>Native American Prose</title>
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When your heart issues that call to pilgrimage and you answer and go to a place with great natural energy and power, you receive cellular level stimulation, awakening. Entering with a child-like sense of awe, heart wide open, in reverence and prayer opens the door. This is really a pilgrimage to your own [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Native American Prose<br />
When your heart issues that call to pilgrimage and you answer and go to a place with great natural energy and power, you receive cellular level stimulation, awakening. Entering with a child-like sense of awe, heart wide open, in reverence and prayer opens the door. This is really a pilgrimage to your own heart&#8211; an act of great love and courage to just be with you. You don&#8217;t necessarily get a technicolor movie spelling out your big vision, but you become more tuned in, more receptive in your day to day basis life.You listen more to your heart&#8217;s yearning and each new bold step out opens more doors of creative experession taking you places you never would have imagined. You gain confidence and a new fire that people will see in the new depths of your eyes. Going alone into wild nature is an ancient way of connecting with your own soul. Simply being alive and fully present in the moment opens a direct connection to all of Creation which shamans call a state of ecstatic union. If you can feel this even for a moment, it will change your life forever. In the seeming simplest ways is hidden profound wisdom. The gateway is within. The challenge for people living in modern cultures today is to clear the mind, let the static go, to move into a heart-centered place of deep connectedness to Source. Many older tribal forms of seeking vision involved physical suffering to free the supplicant to connect to spirit. But in today&#8217;s world most of us already are adept at leaving our body, living mostly in our heads. World-wide now, mysticism with nature as a doorway is calling people home of self.<br />
- Native American Prose</p>
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		<title>Love Poems by Benny Youngblood</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Nov 2007 04:18:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Love Poems
Refugee
come to me
stride the ocean-side
come be free
rejoice in thee
over hills
in valley creeks
springs a leak
eastward bound
desert storm
lizard ground
sand and stone
touch and feel
not a sound
on love
lands&#8230;
Ben Youngblood 1992
Water Dance
Dance with me darling
With angels from heaven
Step with me into paradise
And gaze upon the skies
And ocean of deep blue
Running through the sand
Down to the beach side
To the clean, [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Love Poems</p>
<p>Refugee<br />
come to me<br />
stride the ocean-side<br />
come be free<br />
rejoice in thee<br />
over hills<br />
in valley creeks<br />
springs a leak<br />
eastward bound<br />
desert storm<br />
lizard ground<br />
sand and stone<br />
touch and feel<br />
not a sound<br />
on love<br />
lands&#8230;</p>
<p>Ben Youngblood 1992</p>
<p>Water Dance</p>
<p>Dance with me darling<br />
With angels from heaven<br />
Step with me into paradise<br />
And gaze upon the skies<br />
And ocean of deep blue<br />
Running through the sand<br />
Down to the beach side<br />
To the clean, clear water<br />
Holding onto each other<br />
Tightly, so to never stray<br />
From each others side<br />
Dancing and splashing<br />
In ocean waters</p>
<p>Ben Youngblood 1998</p>
<p>Mi Amor</p>
<p>Clouds over my head<br />
You make it sunshine<br />
over my lonely bed<br />
Like a glass of red fine wine<br />
that warms my lips and tongue<br />
I cherish you, my darling<br />
like a favorite love song<br />
I will place the eternal ring<br />
when we meet again<br />
It has been so long<br />
since I have gazed<br />
upon your face<br />
I long for the day<br />
to be dazed<br />
of you</p>
<p>Ben Youngblood</p>
<p>My love</p>
<p>My love<br />
eyes of black pearls<br />
the spirit of an angel<br />
your the sweetest girl<br />
that I want to feel<br />
your smiles of peace<br />
put me to to ease</p>
<p>My love<br />
let me in<br />
love again<br />
until the end<br />
say it’s so<br />
let’s go down<br />
the winding road<br />
and grow</p>
<p>my dear<br />
my heart is near</p>
<p>Ben Youngblood 1998</p>
<p>Love Poems by Benny Youngblood</p>
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		<title>Sun Drop by William Stablein &#124; Phd &#124; Published Author &#124; Poet</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Oct 2007 15:48:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[William Stablein Phd &#124; Published Author &#124; Poet 
Sun Drop
day light flicked from foam of sea
icons hued under a falling sun . Drop
buddha candles dripped into the sands at twilight
shadow dragons merged between sacred orchids (lilavadee)
perfumes gathered in the globules of space
Drop Drop . a blessed abstract configures the tide pool
i rest with mongrel dogs [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>William Stablein Phd | Published Author | Poet </p>
<p>Sun Drop</p>
<p>day light flicked from foam of sea<br />
icons hued under a falling sun . Drop<br />
buddha candles dripped into the sands at twilight<br />
shadow dragons merged between sacred orchids (lilavadee)</p>
<p>perfumes gathered in the globules of space<br />
Drop Drop . a blessed abstract configures the tide pool<br />
i rest with mongrel dogs between a palm and squid vendor<br />
roasting inkies . cooled by salt crystals of Siam spray . i am touched</p>
<p>rolling surf captures the ears of lovers<br />
whispers are fanned by beach umbrella flaps<br />
blink . a half moon  bay comes fluorescently alive<br />
stars recede a bit while city lights and shadows vie</p>
<p>couples silhouette over a tinged bluish red sand .<br />
swimmers on black tire tubes lull under gaze and glare<br />
beach ball momentarily suspends like a world instantly stopped<br />
moon lost seemingly in a glaze of iridescent lamps . hearing songs of crickets </p>
<p>put put di put a .  . squid boat propeller ripples with moonlight<br />
tubes wobble wth the surf , swimmers hide from the bright street of dreams<br />
Oh Well . I wonder if a telescope on Mars might see a passing jogger’s prints<br />
 light house yonder made for the squid hunters .  cargo boats . Junks from distant ports</p>
<p>a squid boat captain centers in the half moon bay . . Blink<br />
blink in the night . a rippling net of green casts around the hull<br />
like lusty men melting in the flash of night inkies jettison to the green web<br />
blink di blink . lights from the east west and walking streets. . the allure spreads</p>
<p>glow green light  shine the matrix trap under hull<br />
light the little inkies up in their final surging urge for life<br />
a final embrace little morsels are you prepared for your next  limbo . .<br />
now Satisfy the world  embracing  its own neon green light destiny</p>
<p>squidies churn . testy farangs burst your globes in the neon bubble<br />
thai girls chewing inkies feeling the sap dancing in an electric haze<br />
munching dreaming changing sands , tiny flies feed on lovers bruised feet<br />
comes to mind an old refrain. .  “I Love To Spoon By The Light Of  The Moon” </p>
<p>- William Stablein</p>
<p>กะพริบดา<br />
Blink</p>
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