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Wednesday, February 26, 2014
FORMLESS, FORMED, FORMLESS - a little reflection on traditional sunnah archery
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The Form of Archery and Life (or Formless, Formed, Formless) Formless, the intention is sparked Like a light within a light, T...
Monday, February 24, 2014
HAPPY 50TH BIRTHDAY, POONE! ...The World of the Heart, Sibling Love and the Eternal Debt
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When alive, Poone used to confide in his nephews that he shan't live to reach 50. But to me, he has. Happy Birthday, Poone! Tod...
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Saturday, February 15, 2014
THUS MY PROSE COLLAPSES INTO RUINOUS WORDS...
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The Worlds The Straight Path is a path In both this world and the world hereafter, And it is also the bridge From this world to...
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Inner Archery - where the arrow lands is already written by God Almighty even before we drew the bowstring and released the arrow
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Inner Archery I found myself at the archery field Sending arrows on their way, I found myself standing on the grass Still wet with mor...
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
WHAT IS HAPPINESS? ...is it merely pleasure and enjoyment? I think our spirit is created to be infinitely more subtle and refined...
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The Key to Happiness I lay in wait, hunting for happiness, But happiness eludes me like an elusive thingy, Then I look to God and...
Monday, February 3, 2014
THE SILENCE OF THE SPIRIT... the quivering bow, the trembling draw and the flying arrow.
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At a Lost for Words. My archery-mad friend, Enda says that my prose will be inspired by traditional archery, particularly the Sunnah arc...
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
THE CANVAS OF LOVE UPON WHICH GOD PAINTS AND PAINTS AND PAINTS...
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You Cannot You cannot find me here, I am a lost soul, drowning In the Sea of His Mercy, You cannot speak to me here, I am deaf to ev...
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