THE QUEST TO BE

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New Stories:

Matrioshka Doll
Brain Hypothetical Megastructure

How God Taught Yoga
to the Sun
Sri Aurobindo's Savitri

Poet's Corner
Assorted Poems

La Maleta
Suitcase Stickers

Kiwi Slide Show
Variations Sweet

Taj Slide Show
Views en Lighten'

Chanted Forest of AUM
Ode to Milarepa

The Divine Mother Ballad
The Verdant Isle

Pyramid of Fire
Aztec Codex

Betrayal:
Bridge or Impasse

Mayan Heart Sacrifice
A Poem

Thy Wish Is My Command
The Quietly Persistent Voice

In the Know
A Quiet Passing

Separation From The Mother
Early Dream 1945

Culture Shock
Peace Corps
Ecuador

Specials:

Guiding a Person Through
the After Death Experience
by H. C. Berner

Ballet Flowers
Slide Show

Escogiendo Tu Sendero
Spanish Practice:
Power point

Introduction
Part 1

News:

Aunt Sally's Candy Shop
Reopens
French Quarter New Orleans

Ancient Chinchorro Mummies
Pacific Coast
of Peru and Chile

Incan Ice Mummies
Peruvian Andes

Family:

Rieber Plays Keyboard
Profile

My Grandpa Dew
Remembering and
Honoring

Carl's Room in 1958
Remembering and
Honoring

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A Celtic Feminine
Line

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A Nordic Masculine
Line

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Doohen-Hovde Genealogy

Stories to Come:

Intrigue in Egypt
Sighting Virgin Mary
1968

Sauntering Solo across
West Africa 1968

Down the Yangtze
River
China 2003

Crossing Tibet to Nepal
2004

 

 

O Sole Mio
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Luciano Pavarotti

Precious Ones

Where are you going?
May I walk with you awhile?
Flowers of my soul
We are one root of many gods.

Mis Queridos,

Adonde van?
Puedo andar con ustedes un rato?
Son flores de mi alma
Somos una raíz de muchos dioses.



The Garden

Precious Ones,
In to the garden
Of love let's embark
Light-hearted, carefree,
God's treasure-park.

Let's walk and talk,
Hold hands and smile
Kiss pretty flowers,
Dance all the while.


This time no return,
Paradise fated choice
To remain forever
As one blended voice.


  

Crimson Flower

Cherished Flower Crimson Plush
I grabed you picked in such a rush
To fete a friend I love so dear
Not recognising her right here
Smiling in your ruddy face
Textured petals ripe with grace

 

 

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