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(Nirvana-The supreme happiness that according to Buddhism comes when all passion, hatred and delusion die out and the soul is released from the necessity of further purification.) A prayer for Nature… Continue reading
(Nirvana-The supreme happiness that according to Buddhism comes when all passion, hatred and delusion die out and the soul is released from the necessity of further purification.) A prayer for Nature… Continue reading
My Winter love A Poem by Coyote Poetry Cold days seem to bring people closer. My winter love. I whispered your sweet name. My sweet dreams bring your beautiful face to my memory.… Continue reading
Secret love and hidden memory. I saw her face today.Made me wander back in time.Each of us hold our Beatrice’s near.The writer holds on to memories like a drunkard holds on to his… Continue reading
Sweet pleasure and rare delight. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some memories become sweeter with time. Sweet pleasure and rare delights Sweet pleasure, rare delights. Some dreams should not be touched. They burn… Continue reading
My lovely Beatrice. My muse by the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My lovely Beatrice. My muse by the sea. Beautiful California for us to behold. Enter a love for the ages… Continue reading
The dance of emotion A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is fair. We must give to receive. The Dance of Emotion… A sweet angel was waiting on the bed for me. Her… Continue reading
Glorious love. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love can make us feel like kings and love can make us feel like a pauper. Glorious love..We danced and learned true laughter at the… Continue reading
Can return no more. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Words and actions can create bridges that can’t be repaired. Can return no more We can dwell in paradise, Swim in pleasure and sweet… Continue reading
Memory of music. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Music allowed the rebirth of memories and faces. Memory of music. Let me not fall into dreams of sadness. Allow the awful shadows of… Continue reading
I used to be. A Poem by Coyote Poetry The past is gone. What can we do to improve our life and show love and kindness to family and friends. I used to… Continue reading