Posted on Sep 29th, 2006
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Karuna
There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his... More »
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Posted on Jul 31st, 2006
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Karuna
morning has broken like the first morning blackbird has spoken like the first bird praise for the singing praise for the morning praise for them springing fresh from the world sweet... More »
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Posted on Apr 22nd, 2006
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Karuna
The Summer Day Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean- the one who has flung herself out of the grass, the one... More »
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