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	<title>Comments on: Mirabai &#8211; The Beloved Comes Home</title>
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		<title>By: Frances Dale</title>
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		<dc:creator>Frances Dale</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 08 May 2012 13:18:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The moon is hidden from me. I no longer feel the poetry. Something has happened in my brain, and now my longing is no longer the same.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The moon is hidden from me. I no longer feel the poetry. Something has happened in my brain, and now my longing is no longer the same.</p>
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		<title>By: Priti Pauline</title>
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		<dc:creator>Priti Pauline</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 01 May 2012 09:45:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Pure unadulterated heaven on earth.
Such radiant beauty
My heart is with you. Welcome home to one and all.

I want to share my own poem with poetry lovers everywhere,
Bless you all.
Finally, after 7 patence years the last line has come home to this poem... and brough life anew..
Blessings my friends.


The Home Coming
In coming home to Thy Self
We can uncover incredible wealth
From the cards that life has dealt.

It’s a wealth that’s not so easy to see
With eyes trained in fantasy 
And for those who only deal in certainty.
From deep within what do we find?
A person who is gentle and kind
With a very curious mind!
That’s desperate to unwind
Caught up in mental columbine!

But the task is not so dire 
If we use the element of fire
Burning through to the wire
Spurred on by our hearts desire.

Lying beneath a benign face
Is a tapestry of life carved in lace
With not a single stitch out of place
For this sentient being to the human race.

For those who have the heart to see
They live a life of wonder and glee
And spend time to seek the little me.

Little me, has a story so bold
Hidden in a heart ‘On Hold’
With the lillies breath it open and unfolds.......</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Pure unadulterated heaven on earth.<br />
Such radiant beauty<br />
My heart is with you. Welcome home to one and all.</p>
<p>I want to share my own poem with poetry lovers everywhere,<br />
Bless you all.<br />
Finally, after 7 patence years the last line has come home to this poem&#8230; and brough life anew..<br />
Blessings my friends.</p>
<p>The Home Coming<br />
In coming home to Thy Self<br />
We can uncover incredible wealth<br />
From the cards that life has dealt.</p>
<p>It’s a wealth that’s not so easy to see<br />
With eyes trained in fantasy<br />
And for those who only deal in certainty.<br />
From deep within what do we find?<br />
A person who is gentle and kind<br />
With a very curious mind!<br />
That’s desperate to unwind<br />
Caught up in mental columbine!</p>
<p>But the task is not so dire<br />
If we use the element of fire<br />
Burning through to the wire<br />
Spurred on by our hearts desire.</p>
<p>Lying beneath a benign face<br />
Is a tapestry of life carved in lace<br />
With not a single stitch out of place<br />
For this sentient being to the human race.</p>
<p>For those who have the heart to see<br />
They live a life of wonder and glee<br />
And spend time to seek the little me.</p>
<p>Little me, has a story so bold<br />
Hidden in a heart ‘On Hold’<br />
With the lillies breath it open and unfolds&#8230;&#8230;.</p>
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		<title>By: Sadhvi Anubhavi</title>
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		<dc:creator>Sadhvi Anubhavi</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 01 May 2012 09:16:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh, what a beauty! Thank you!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh, what a beauty! Thank you!</p>
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		<title>By: Shohel</title>
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		<dc:creator>Shohel</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 01 May 2012 06:04:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>that is a really nice poem. i really liked it.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>that is a really nice poem. i really liked it.</p>
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		<title>By: marrob</title>
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		<dc:creator>marrob</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Apr 2012 19:55:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Such  wonder can touch the heart with  silent tears.
Thanks Mirabai  &amp;  thanks Ivan for sending her .</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Such  wonder can touch the heart with  silent tears.<br />
Thanks Mirabai  &amp;  thanks Ivan for sending her .</p>
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		<title>By: rena navon</title>
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		<dc:creator>rena navon</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Apr 2012 19:17:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&#039;The misery of wandering in the world ended&#039;, what more can one say?  Not wandering in the sense that which we are used to--physically searching--but rather the inner search for what we want to feel is really our own image of truth. So often not communicated because of differences of desires and understandings and desperately sought without reserve or surrender to opposition or frustration. 
     This beautiful poem is simple, yielding to any person&#039;s reading.  A pleasure at the end of a long day&#039;s work looking for the same.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8216;The misery of wandering in the world ended&#8217;, what more can one say?  Not wandering in the sense that which we are used to&#8211;physically searching&#8211;but rather the inner search for what we want to feel is really our own image of truth. So often not communicated because of differences of desires and understandings and desperately sought without reserve or surrender to opposition or frustration.<br />
     This beautiful poem is simple, yielding to any person&#8217;s reading.  A pleasure at the end of a long day&#8217;s work looking for the same.</p>
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