The beach. Children play.
Each pebble the stone of the
wise during the game.
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Love of wisdom lights
thought's fire in the hours
of the soul's dark night.
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A point has no weight,
no extension. Why is it
so hard to carry?
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Heeding the soft voice
of the internal law un-
ties the self-will's knot.
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Positivists are
as deaf to the Logos as
bats are blind in light.
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A deer, all eyes and
ear, is standing in the shade,
head framed by sunlight.
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Sameness defines the
Logos who forever is
changing the changes.
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Those who know war have
true knowledge. The many make
war without knowing.
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Silent, the Logos
suffers the ravages of
logomachia.
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Come see what delight
will ripen while time slips by
like a grey field mouse.
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The old genome can
now be deciphered, new codes
inscribed in time's sand.
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Thought travels with the
speed of darkness: the private
mind conceives conceit.
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Socrates, your words
are but an echo of your
love. Apollo smiles.
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Say what is wisdom
but to walk in the heart the
steep way of sorrow.
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The Mississippi
River overflows and does
not know the Tao.
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The mind grows slowly
listening in silence. The
crowd mills in the streets.
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He who seeks wisdom
gains life and God will be pleased
with him. Children play.
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The way of wisdom
moves above old cobble-stones.
Donkey hooves chip flint.
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True elegance de-
fines the doctrine of ideas.
Fair's Occam's razor.
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A voice from the deep
repeating words without sound.
Eternity's beat.
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To know the borders
of life and of love. Look, rain
drops on the Buddha.
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A maple tree wakes
up to a new day, the leaves
a cool red fire.
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The soul moves swiftly
in perfect stillness, knowing
all life from within.
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Small birch near the rock
on the hill. Your bark glistens.
You move with the wind.
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Red leaf in sun and
snow, I love to see your dance.
Frost's paw strikes quickly.
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In the beginning,
when He calls forth the light, God
speaks sotto voce.
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Philosophy is
a birthright. Once claimed it moves
toward transcendence.
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Power of conscience
and conscience of power die
in tyranny's shame.
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Love never changes.
Every morning it quickens
the light breaks at dawn.
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Wisdom's house cannot
be seen. Rabbit paw prints guide
to the inner gate.
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A child is born in
sorrow and quickening cries of
pain. The book re-opens......
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I have no wisdom.
To love wisdom means to love
the wisdom of God.
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Christ's title as the
Wisdom of God announces
the goal of love's quest.
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The titles of Christ
are without number. Rays of
the sun in the fields.
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Socrates, I can
not answer what you ask, for
I don't understand.
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Is there a love that
ties the tongue? Cordelia.
The little mermaid.
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Necessity and
reason, jointly, create the
cosmos. Eros plays.
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Philosophers sit
in leisure's garden spelling
the voice of the wind.
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Grateful, the garden
receives the new snow, silent
and perfect each flake.
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Getting ready for
Spring, the grassblade suffers
the snow quietly.
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Grey is the snow. A
stroke of green shines through the patch
where sunlight touches.
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The city does not
listen. Neither does it sleep.
Angels go homeless.
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In the gardens of
the Villa Adriana
philosophers dream.
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To give form to a
thought is Eros' eternal
sweet satisfaction.
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The loom of time weaves
endless veils of sorrow that
blind us to love's light.
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Red leaf, pierced by light.
God annotates your swirling
dance in gusting winds.
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Go look and find the
face divine mirrored in the
waters of life's well....
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Living forms flow in
superabundance, like tears,
at tragedy's death
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Tarquinus the Proud
beheads poppies and spells the
conspirators' death.
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Let there be freedom
and let there be pity! Oh
Lord, do not forsake.
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Masks, messengers, myths
and markers: poets and priests
and philosophers.
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An open world
society is in the
making. Acts of faith.
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Form is the judge of
life and in each living soul
resides the measure.
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Timely emergence
achieves momentum: Chaos
gives birth to the new.
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To contemplate is
a transitive verb searching
for its true object.
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What makes a sound bite
sound? the tongue? or the ear that
pays swift attention?
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