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Zanda | 2012/8/21 | Views: 259Categories: PoetryDo we Live in Purgatory, a Message WithinZanda | 2011/4/15 | Views: 256Categories: PoetryA poem encompassing parts of the essence of love.Zanda | 2011/4/30 | Views: 252Categories: PoetryA poem about our own character.Zanda | 2006/8/5 | Views: 251Categories: PoetryA Parable of the seed taken into gardening as poetry...Zanda | 2023/10/24 | Views: 251Categories: Religious ResolutionThe whole world has already been deceived to follow the Beast; where because they've not recognized it is there within the language, they've not realized it's blatantly within the texts.Zanda | 2006/8/7 | Views: 249Categories: PoetryIf there is power in the name,Shouldn't it mean the same?To change it is a shame,Yeshua means 'God is our saviour' from Hell,Yet 'jesus' we couldn't tell.He came here pure and bright,And said it right;Worship the Father in truth,Right from the start of...SyGnUs | 2007/1/17 | Views: 249Categories: PoetryWhether it vibrates or makes any sound?The number of thingies that circle around?Whether it travels in clusters or waves?The time that it takes or the time that it saves?In the door, on the floor, in a brown paper bag,layed out straight in a line or in...Zanda | 2012/8/24 | Views: 245Categories: PoetryPartially Sublime, yet a Message EntwinedZanda | 2016/8/25 | Views: 244Categories: PoetrySome people are so hurt, they've learned to be inert.Zanda | 2006/8/6 | Views: 240Categories: Spiritual OnenessAn autobiography of Yesisreal the water spirit, as an analogy of events and question of eternal life.Zanda | 2006/8/6 | Views: 239Categories: Spiritual OnenessThis is a parable explained in dimensions, as to make sure you are inline with Oneness each day.Zanda | 2006/8/7 | Views: 238Categories: PoetryFrom once we came a mighty thing;So small to start,From so greater a heart.At first we earn,And yearn;Then we learn;There's more than this.At first we catch a bit,Then we think that's it.Yet we can't take,Let's not make that mistake;We have to give to ...Zanda | 2006/8/7 | Views: 236Categories: PoetryPlay with fire,We will get burned;Is a koan,On loan.Don't pick a bone,Or moan;This is where we start,In the heart.People push,Because of hurt.In this sea of infinity;When we are out,There is much about.Remember run through nettles,We will get stung,Ego...

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