The wonderful thing about the spirit of love - true love - is that it flows, but never flows away. Love, like perfection, is a fluid thing; it is not static. It cannot be plucked from eternity, even when it sprouts into the light of the present moment. Love, like hope, springs eternal. If we …
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Golden Silence II
"Golden Silence II", a Haiku by Gregg Hake The moment before The autumn leaf lands below— The earth holds her breath.
Golden Silence
"Golden Silence", a Haiku by Gregg Hake The moment before An audience cheers wildly— Golden silence reigns.
What I’ve Learned
This is my 1,746th consecutive daily post. That is roughly 4 3/4 years of daily posts, come rain or shine, hell or high water. I've enjoyed sharing my thoughts with all of you, casting my bread upon the waters of cyberspace without expectation of result and with no strings attached. Though I haven't ever sought …
Inner Glow
"Inner Glow", a Haiku by Gregg Hake Glowing flame within: Love radiating outward Pours forth in blessing
The Gift of Life
What would the world be like were the appropriate response to be given in every circumstance by every person? Some might argue that life in such a world would be bland, free of the friction, dissonance, and drama that makes life "interesting." Others might dread such a state, fearing the level of responsibility that would …
The Wheels of Progress
How you handle the successes in your life is just as important as how you handle the failures. You've no doubt watched someone who had a habit of squandering the momentum generated by one or more successes. They go up and down like a yo-yo, never moving upward on the ascending spiral of eternal progress. …
“Love’s Call”, a Haiku by Gregg Hake
"Love's Call", a Haiku by Gregg Hake Stop! Listen through The ceaseless noise of culture— Do you hear love's call?
Rest
"Rest", a Haiku by Gregg Hake Rest and be thankful For life, for love, for being- Time will open up
Winds of Autumn
"Winds of Autumn", a Haiku by Gregg Hake Cool winds of autumn Undressed the flushing woodland- Thin-spun clouds rushed by