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Deceptive Truths From the Sanctuary

Deceptive Truth From the Sanctuaryby Michael DoyleMost see the warrior life as fighting and drinkingBut the truth of the odyssey is one of thinkingUlysses was protean and was not easily swayedInstead, his thinking was fluid and many-wayedThis is the way … Continue reading

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Standing At the Brink

Standing At the Brinkby Michael DoyleThis age of prevailing ill-liberalismBreeds little but despair and pessimismThere’s a breakdown in our societyThat has brought us into a time of anxietyOnce beautiful cities have turned into blightIt seems we are falling into our … Continue reading

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(Questions of Life) However Inspired

(Questions of Life) However Inspiredby Michael DoyleHowever it was inspiredLife came to be firedSparked a billion years agoAnd continued on in its flowThough no man was there Science believes it clearNeurons appeared 400,000 year agoBut who can truly know?From the … Continue reading

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Remembering When Kindness Was In Fashion

Remembering When Kindness Was in Fashionby Michael DoyleWe live in a time of self-limited imaginationWhere people cannot dream of outside creationBut mysteriously believe in writing only experienceSuch as found in personal and depraved dalliancesRather than dreaming of the bigger conceptionsToo … Continue reading

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A Harper Rises

A Harper Risesby Michael DoyleWhen a harper rises from his slumberAnd whatever the spell that he’s been underHe will find his answers become rightAs though illuminated by the lightNo longer trading in colloquialisms and slightBut speaking only the true, noble, … Continue reading

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One-To-One Hearted

One-To-One Heartedby Michael DoyleThere best belongs to be foundIn the miss that comes aroundWhere nothing becomes the somethingThat brings the best of everythingSo often we walk feeling perplexedUnsure of how it all connectsBut if we listen really hardOur dreams show … Continue reading

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Interiorly Designed

Interiorly Designedby Michael DoyleThe things that come along to discern thisThat God places use where we can learn goodnessHow then can we make the most of it and embraceWhere God has put us in our time and spaceTo make the … Continue reading

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On Becoming Truly Human

Based on 1 Corinthians 12: On Becoming Truly Humanby Michael Doyle On becoming human resplendentWe were never meant to be independentBut rather communal in the nature of our beingLiving in a communion of love with all we’re seeing Love is … Continue reading

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In Our Persistence

A fascinating presentation on cognition and how we’re all allegedly living in some sort of a shared hallucination that we call reality, led to this… In Our Persistence by Michael Doyle As I sit there listening My neurons sparkling and … Continue reading

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To Yet Be Wiser Than Yesterday

I can only wish, right?  We can only wish?  Well.. maybe some wishes do come true? To Yet Be Wiser Than Yesterday by Michael Doyle A held tongue leaves time to think Observing those things to be observed These often … Continue reading

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