<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:13:56.024-08:00</updated><category term='Karma'/><category term='Nothing 2'/><category term='Poem talk'/><category term='mystic'/><category term='consciousness'/><category term='Zen Koan Jim Poem'/><title type='text'>Mystic Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' 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wasted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wordless bliss&lt;br /&gt;Conquering death once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another dance with freedom&lt;br /&gt;Body and vessel filled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand eyes looking for something&lt;br /&gt;Never to be found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the journey is real&lt;br /&gt;Stay awhile wild-hearted soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaze at a billion tomorrows&lt;br /&gt;Glorious is the sunrise of the souls story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you care to ponder it&lt;br /&gt;It matters or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it pulls you toward your destiny&lt;br /&gt;As before so now and forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JSH 03.11.11©&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-1185122376805052255?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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me &lt;br /&gt;I will remind you who you are&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-7010617441447933903?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/7010617441447933903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=7010617441447933903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/7010617441447933903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/7010617441447933903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2010/12/gods-flashlight.html' title='God&apos;s Flashlight'/><author><name>Mystic 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fluttering&lt;br /&gt;Time for a new day&lt;br /&gt;The water was calm with an occasional ripple&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of my mind where thoughts drift by&lt;br /&gt;In this moment a fish jumped out of the water&lt;br /&gt;The morning sun catching its water bourn surface&lt;br /&gt;A frozen moment that left a mark&lt;br /&gt;A sign or symbol for me&lt;br /&gt;Since no one was here &lt;br /&gt;What did it mean I pondered&lt;br /&gt;The fish lives in the water surround&lt;br /&gt;Where it feeds lives and breeds&lt;br /&gt;Totally enveloped in its watery environment&lt;br /&gt;And then it had an urge to transcend the water&lt;br /&gt;Once out of the water the sun’s light &lt;br /&gt;Transformed it to shining gold&lt;br /&gt;It was light and it became that light&lt;br /&gt;Enlightenment&lt;br /&gt;If we take the metaphor we are the fish&lt;br /&gt;And we have the urge for something more&lt;br /&gt;We transcend our surround&lt;br /&gt;And we are rewarded by spirit with enlightenment&lt;br /&gt;The ability to see from a different perspective&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-7495610296618168843?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/7495610296618168843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=7495610296618168843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/7495610296618168843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/7495610296618168843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2010/08/shining-fish.html' title='The Shining Fish'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-1803732924592463318</id><published>2010-07-25T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T09:29:06.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In this time</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/wG9BEOhBIDs/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wG9BEOhBIDs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wG9BEOhBIDs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" 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was content to watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many lives and hosts&lt;br /&gt;it decided it was time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to make itself known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The host became emotional&lt;br /&gt;when the vibration changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And things began to shift&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly all priorities changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only important thing was to listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the soul responded&lt;br /&gt;with all its ancient wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so things began to have&lt;br /&gt;clarity and meaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The host was bathing in the &lt;br /&gt;warm light of wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it would never be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems as though life had just begun and there was so &lt;br /&gt;much to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oneself became the past preoccupation&lt;br /&gt;And the whole became its focus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Artist played its instrument&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A soul is 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-997938053285944873</id><published>2010-03-20T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T14:03:36.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ancient Past</title><content type='html'>From whence you came &lt;br /&gt;The primeval substance of sparkling light &lt;br /&gt;A place before time a place of infinite possibility &lt;br /&gt;A vastness no human mind &lt;br /&gt;can imagine &lt;br /&gt;There are only symbols and traces to help us comprehend &lt;br /&gt;You were born of breath the current of the universe &lt;br /&gt;Tiny particles of light composed into the song of you&lt;br /&gt;You are a symphony of miraculous forces and power &lt;br /&gt;And at this level you can do &lt;br /&gt;and be all &lt;br /&gt;You are the other side of reality&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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space&lt;br /&gt;On the walls the paintings dance&lt;br /&gt;At the center &lt;br /&gt;The sacred fire&lt;br /&gt;I watch my ancestors dance with the spirit guides&lt;br /&gt;They beckon me&lt;br /&gt;Join us in the fire dance&lt;br /&gt;For a long time or no time&lt;br /&gt;I dance&lt;br /&gt;I dance until the flesh drops off my bones&lt;br /&gt;Then into the fire&lt;br /&gt;My Buffalo Father touches me with his feathered scepter&lt;br /&gt;Come with me to the cloud gates&lt;br /&gt;The portal to the cosmos&lt;br /&gt;Taking off his head and placing it over mine&lt;br /&gt;Now see&lt;br /&gt;I see a rolling ocean of buffalo running over plains &lt;br /&gt;of tall waving green grass&lt;br /&gt;I run to the top of the hill&lt;br /&gt;Looking through Father Buffalo’s eyes &lt;br /&gt;at endless rolling plains of joy and sunshine&lt;br /&gt;I know I will stay here forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-5949101602256617288</id><published>2009-10-23T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T07:14:28.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling</title><content type='html'>Falling backward into tragic beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A swirling vortex&lt;br /&gt;A black hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling deeper&lt;br /&gt;Deeper still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep rich blackness&lt;br /&gt;Falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endlessly falling&lt;br /&gt;Deeper and deeper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like days, months or years&lt;br /&gt;I have fallen past all memories of who I was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this darkness of falling &lt;br /&gt;There is no need for my sense organs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no need for my body&lt;br /&gt;The only sense left is the awareness of falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just conscious of falling&lt;br /&gt;Longer deeper wider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I am not afraid&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly appears a small light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It grows larger and brighter&lt;br /&gt;Streaming beams of beautiful light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm and radiant&lt;br /&gt;They seem to beckon me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling my limbs and body&lt;br /&gt;I witness the birth of a new sun&lt;br /&gt;Have I been reborn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JSH09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An artist needs feedback PLEASE comment&lt;br /&gt;let me know what feelings you felt... what the&lt;br /&gt;poem means to YOU! Namaste Soul-Friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-5949101602256617288?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/5949101602256617288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=5949101602256617288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/5949101602256617288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/5949101602256617288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2009/10/falling.html' title='Falling'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-3437589497431329435</id><published>2009-09-16T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T17:35:19.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I came from nothing</title><content type='html'>I came from nothing&lt;br /&gt;To nothing I return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I think outside&lt;br /&gt;I am inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to be known&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to be known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the eye turns to me&lt;br /&gt;I create the worlds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the eye turns away&lt;br /&gt;I no longer exist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the great mystery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I play with the stars&lt;br /&gt;Boundless energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arising and falling&lt;br /&gt;Deep into the void&lt;br /&gt;Which you call space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liquid light that is cooling&lt;br /&gt;It does not burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This light is creation&lt;br /&gt;This light charms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This light nurtures&lt;br /&gt;This light heals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is brighter than your sun&lt;br /&gt;And cooling like your moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many know this&lt;br /&gt;Many have yet to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JH09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-3437589497431329435?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/3437589497431329435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-3712075700245047736</id><published>2009-07-14T09:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T09:18:38.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Spiritual Sun</title><content type='html'>I awoke today&lt;br /&gt;And forgot everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were no worries&lt;br /&gt;No old patterns to correct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an open road&lt;br /&gt;As far as the mind could see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blissful feelings throughout&lt;br /&gt;My body and mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like warm breezes&lt;br /&gt;Gloriously filling me with light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I transcended my body &lt;br /&gt;At that moment and began to fly&lt;br /&gt;At the speed of thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rays exploding in all directions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had become a Sun&lt;br /&gt;A Spiritual Sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All beams and rays emanating from my heart&lt;br /&gt;Feeling completely full&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to share my light with everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt myself flowing through each ray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omnipresent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touching leaves trees houses and people&lt;br /&gt;Into the smallest parts to subatomic and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without form&lt;br /&gt;Just light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know now there is only one&lt;br /&gt;One light that feeds everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JSH609&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-3712075700245047736?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/3712075700245047736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-8182516444743045803</id><published>2009-05-11T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T04:45:08.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw you</title><content type='html'>I saw you &lt;br /&gt;And you turned away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked deep into &lt;br /&gt;The eyes of your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you’re afraid&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you don’t know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you &lt;br /&gt;And you turned away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking deeper &lt;br /&gt;deeper still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you &lt;br /&gt;A glimmering cloud of light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waterfalls of bliss&lt;br /&gt;cascading down to earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you&lt;br /&gt;In a cocoon of flesh and bone&lt;br /&gt;Wings awaiting to spread joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you luminous and radiant swirling pools of energy&lt;br /&gt;Creating infinite worlds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you &lt;br /&gt;Are you my reflection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JSH0409&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-8182516444743045803?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/8182516444743045803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=8182516444743045803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/8182516444743045803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/8182516444743045803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-saw-you.html' title='I saw you'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-5590126996116667359</id><published>2009-04-12T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T14:42:44.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you the dream or the dreamer</title><content type='html'>Who is watching your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the doer&lt;br /&gt;What are they doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you make love&lt;br /&gt;Are you love or the lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look at the sky&lt;br /&gt;Are you the sky or the seer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this a dream&lt;br /&gt;Are you dreaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you the dream or the dreamer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JSH0409&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-5590126996116667359?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/5590126996116667359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=5590126996116667359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/5590126996116667359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/5590126996116667359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2009/04/are-you-dream-or-dreamer.html' title='Are you the dream or the dreamer'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-2293823798772214686</id><published>2009-04-01T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T05:32:22.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The unfolding universe</title><content type='html'>You are the unfolding universe&lt;br /&gt;Energy expanding&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts hurled into space&lt;br /&gt;Some dark&lt;br /&gt;And some light&lt;br /&gt;Light energy forms stars and galaxies&lt;br /&gt;Dark energy anti matter and black holes&lt;br /&gt;Darkness is the background for light&lt;br /&gt;Hence there must be both&lt;br /&gt;Use this knowledge to work with the dark and light&lt;br /&gt;Invite your anger to a cup of tea&lt;br /&gt;Your fear to play a game&lt;br /&gt;Your sorrow for a swim&lt;br /&gt;Invite your laughter&lt;br /&gt;To a funeral  &lt;br /&gt;Your love&lt;br /&gt;To sickness&lt;br /&gt;Observing creation&lt;br /&gt;Be known to yourself&lt;br /&gt;Being a creator&lt;br /&gt;Choose carefully&lt;br /&gt;Care for&lt;br /&gt;Fully understand&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy you&lt;br /&gt;Be in joy&lt;br /&gt;You are the unfolding universe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-2293823798772214686?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/2293823798772214686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-5701228488618560151</id><published>2009-02-16T20:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:06:50.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omnamashivaya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/c7ZZKbismWY' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/c7ZZKbismWY'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dancing with Shiva. The Creator of the universe. Omnamashivaya&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-5701228488618560151?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/5701228488618560151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=5701228488618560151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/5701228488618560151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/5701228488618560151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2009/02/omnamashivaya.html' title='Omnamashivaya'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-1250146222182295702</id><published>2009-02-05T18:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:38:25.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Will</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/1cErgitdkkY' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/1cErgitdkkY'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mystic Poetry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-1250146222182295702?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/1250146222182295702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=1250146222182295702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/1250146222182295702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/1250146222182295702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2009/02/free-will.html' title='Free Will'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-1917028316222439943</id><published>2009-02-01T08:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T08:14:22.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I see you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/d6ZJbU8dNcs' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/d6ZJbU8dNcs'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mystic poetry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-1917028316222439943?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/1917028316222439943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=1917028316222439943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/1917028316222439943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/1917028316222439943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-see-you.html' title='I see you'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-6666810535307272995</id><published>2009-01-27T03:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T03:43:34.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tree in Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/165f7df2vhQ' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/165f7df2vhQ'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Become a tree.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-6666810535307272995?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/6666810535307272995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=6666810535307272995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/6666810535307272995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/6666810535307272995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2009/01/tree-in-me.html' title='The Tree in Me'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-7992790150789032412</id><published>2009-01-22T09:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T09:02:01.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Million Worlds 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/_Z6i-CXkDjE' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/_Z6i-CXkDjE'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-7992790150789032412?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-6836272454251944507</id><published>2009-01-08T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T16:32:40.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Sun</title><content type='html'>A new sun is rising&lt;br /&gt;It brings new hope&lt;br /&gt;New dreams&lt;br /&gt;New joys&lt;br /&gt;New energy&lt;br /&gt;New ideas&lt;br /&gt;New challenges&lt;br /&gt;New opportunities for growth&lt;br /&gt;New ways of doing&lt;br /&gt;New ways of seeing&lt;br /&gt;New desires&lt;br /&gt;New endeavors&lt;br /&gt;New untapped potential&lt;br /&gt;New territories&lt;br /&gt;A new sun is rising&lt;br /&gt;In you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-6836272454251944507?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-962217082499385079</id><published>2008-12-13T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T07:43:42.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One day when the earth is new</title><content type='html'>One day when the earth is new&lt;br /&gt;I will remember you&lt;br /&gt;When all the lies die&lt;br /&gt;And all tears cry&lt;br /&gt;Freedom&lt;br /&gt;One day when I am washed and clean&lt;br /&gt;What will it all mean&lt;br /&gt;I see your pain through the reflection of my own&lt;br /&gt;It chills me to the bone &lt;br /&gt;Freedom&lt;br /&gt;One day when the earth is new&lt;br /&gt;I will remember you&lt;br /&gt;When you and I fall down&lt;br /&gt;And we touch the ground&lt;br /&gt;What is lost can be found&lt;br /&gt;Freedom&lt;br /&gt;Oh these things we do &lt;br /&gt;Oh how I remember you&lt;br /&gt;I remember you&lt;br /&gt;Your flower blooms again &lt;br /&gt;My spirit friend&lt;br /&gt;Freedom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-962217082499385079?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/962217082499385079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=962217082499385079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/962217082499385079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/962217082499385079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-day-when-earth-is-new.html' title='One day when the earth is new'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-9001465085765450014</id><published>2008-11-03T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T04:04:51.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I died again today</title><content type='html'>I died  again today&lt;br /&gt;The tears came rolling down my face&lt;br /&gt;Am I sad&lt;br /&gt;Or is it a part of me that needed to go&lt;br /&gt;I died again today&lt;br /&gt;My soul looking at the morning sun&lt;br /&gt;Its beauty and warmth permeates&lt;br /&gt;Am I sloughing off something somewhere&lt;br /&gt;I died again today&lt;br /&gt;Watching tiny children at play&lt;br /&gt;No cares or worry&lt;br /&gt;Am I remembering or just sharing&lt;br /&gt;I died again today&lt;br /&gt;In the long shadow of the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;As the light wanes&lt;br /&gt;What do I long for&lt;br /&gt;I died again today&lt;br /&gt;Closing my eyes in quiet slumber&lt;br /&gt;The voice says goodbye to the world&lt;br /&gt;I died again today &lt;br /&gt;To be born again tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-9001465085765450014?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/9001465085765450014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=9001465085765450014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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fall&lt;br /&gt;When you fall what happens&lt;br /&gt;You get back up&lt;br /&gt;It’s the nature of things&lt;br /&gt;This is rhythm&lt;br /&gt;The ebb and flow&lt;br /&gt;When you fall to your knees&lt;br /&gt;You are lifted up&lt;br /&gt;It’s the nature of spirit&lt;br /&gt;All fall down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JSH08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-8266574379680461293?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/8266574379680461293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=8266574379680461293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/8266574379680461293'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;Where your peaceful river of light flows&lt;br /&gt;Here in the home of the soul&lt;br /&gt;The unstuck sound is who you are&lt;br /&gt;Bathe and wash clean the impurities of conditioned thought&lt;br /&gt;Let go and watch the debris dissolve into the void to be used again&lt;br /&gt;When new energy has transformed it&lt;br /&gt;Drifting further see oceans of color&lt;br /&gt;The mystic mist consumes&lt;br /&gt;Its vapor speaks of the immortal&lt;br /&gt;Ancient intelligence&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to be heard&lt;br /&gt;Please wait and sit&lt;br /&gt;Feel it permeate your being&lt;br /&gt;Your soul wishes to be known&lt;br /&gt;From listening all answers to your questions&lt;br /&gt;Be well&lt;br /&gt;Be still&lt;br /&gt;Be at peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poem by Jim Hawks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-2825887896763772432?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-784935901692890335</id><published>2008-09-04T13:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T13:07:30.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello world! Anybody out there? Mystic Poet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-784935901692890335?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/784935901692890335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=784935901692890335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/784935901692890335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/784935901692890335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-world-anybody-out-there-mystic.html' title=''/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-254933683961765006</id><published>2008-08-18T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T03:54:38.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly and Bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On a warm summer day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A butterfly and bee landed&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On a beautiful flower&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Each noticing each other&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I will let you drink first since you are so beautiful&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;said the bee &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thank you kind one &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Said the butterfly as it dipped the nectar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I must tell you the story of my wings&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They are named after angels&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Michael who is courage&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And Camael which is beauty&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My wings take me everywhere I wish to go&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They are a symbol of transformation &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I fly from place to place never staying long&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The scent of life is sweet&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; My wings vibrate with frequency&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Life is heavenly I want for no thing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then the butterfly asked the bee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What about you please tell me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The bee answered I am blissful&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="mso-ansi-language:EN-US;font-family:Times;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;Just bee-ing&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;      &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;     &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-254933683961765006?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/254933683961765006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=254933683961765006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/254933683961765006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/254933683961765006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2008/08/butterfly-and-bee.html' title='Butterfly and Bee'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-6496436752136907786</id><published>2008-07-31T16:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T16:53:06.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I could touch you</title><content type='html'>If I could touch you&lt;br /&gt;How would it feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find your heart&lt;br /&gt;Your love to steal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shifting through layers&lt;br /&gt;Without any cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the   skies&lt;br /&gt;Could I see your  eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would they be open&lt;br /&gt;Silent smile and no words spoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamlike memories of time&lt;br /&gt;Are they yours or mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wait by the shore&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the reflecting moon&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to see you soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where have you gone&lt;br /&gt;What has gone wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The well of soul is vast&lt;br /&gt;Its future not past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the veil of unknown&lt;br /&gt;Can we find our home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours is the face&lt;br /&gt;This is my place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing is blind&lt;br /&gt;And what of the mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could touch you&lt;br /&gt;How would it feel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-6496436752136907786?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-390500753078550858</id><published>2008-07-15T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T05:08:23.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When the wind remembers your name</title><content type='html'>When the wind remembers your name&lt;br /&gt;Your soul will stake its claim&lt;br /&gt;Remembering from where it came&lt;br /&gt;As you walk the earthly plane&lt;br /&gt;Seeking not fortune or fame&lt;br /&gt;But a search for truth between pleasure and pain&lt;br /&gt;For what would be the gain&lt;br /&gt;From where love still remains&lt;br /&gt;A soul lost may return again&lt;br /&gt;Look inside and see the flame&lt;br /&gt;When the wind remembers your name&lt;br /&gt;There is no one left to blame&lt;br /&gt;This is life’s eternal game&lt;br /&gt;Knowing will not be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jsh7.08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-390500753078550858?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/390500753078550858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=390500753078550858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/390500753078550858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/390500753078550858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-wind-remembers-your-name.html' title='When the wind remembers your name'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-1042155289887804928</id><published>2008-07-15T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T16:56:14.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am you</title><content type='html'>I have never known such sweetness&lt;br /&gt;When no other doors are open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You call to me&lt;br /&gt;And offer me to sit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentile and sublime&lt;br /&gt;I crave this natural feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Grace Rest&lt;br /&gt;The weary world drifts away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I am with you&lt;br /&gt;Your glory knows no end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhilaration and thrill turn to bliss&lt;br /&gt;All at once I know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jsh7.08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-1042155289887804928?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/1042155289887804928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=1042155289887804928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/1042155289887804928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/1042155289887804928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-you.html' title='I am you'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-2567099138935015584</id><published>2008-07-15T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T16:55:13.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The light came through</title><content type='html'>The light came through&lt;br /&gt;the windows of my eyes&lt;br /&gt;It started a flame in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Burning the word&lt;br /&gt;It was plain to see we are all the same&lt;br /&gt;Sharing love is what we are here to do&lt;br /&gt;The warmth of a good deed or smile&lt;br /&gt;Looking up and seeing the sun&lt;br /&gt;Rain falling on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Cries of gleeful children&lt;br /&gt;Remind our soul reclaim&lt;br /&gt;Please give us grace in the presence of life&lt;br /&gt;The light came through&lt;br /&gt;the windows of my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jsh7.08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-2567099138935015584?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/2567099138935015584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=2567099138935015584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/2567099138935015584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/2567099138935015584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2008/07/light-came-through.html' title='The light came through'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-1607255531880704718</id><published>2008-07-15T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T16:54:03.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Father</title><content type='html'>Thank you for being my father&lt;br /&gt;It could not happen without you&lt;br /&gt;I owe you my life&lt;br /&gt;You are strong and&lt;br /&gt;You are weak&lt;br /&gt;Your love is hard to find&lt;br /&gt;But you are always there&lt;br /&gt;I feel your pain&lt;br /&gt;And pray for you&lt;br /&gt;You have taught me many things&lt;br /&gt;Most of all forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me father&lt;br /&gt;My love for you will never die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jsh7.08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-1607255531880704718?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/1607255531880704718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=1607255531880704718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/1607255531880704718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/1607255531880704718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-father.html' title='My Father'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-3441947494799638403</id><published>2008-06-27T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T10:00:20.556-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zen Koan Jim Poem'/><title type='text'>The Door</title><content type='html'>The door to suffering is open&lt;br /&gt;The door to peace is open&lt;br /&gt;The door to love is open&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-3441947494799638403?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/3441947494799638403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=3441947494799638403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/3441947494799638403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/3441947494799638403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2008/06/door.html' title='The Door'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-2469057142261072954</id><published>2008-05-07T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T03:57:11.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Poem "Not so long ago"</title><content type='html'>Read this poem top to bottom then bottom to top. See how the message feels.&lt;div&gt;Namaste Jim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-2469057142261072954?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/2469057142261072954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=2469057142261072954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/2469057142261072954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/2469057142261072954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2008/05/poem-not-so-long-ago.html' title='The Poem &quot;Not so long ago&quot;'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-1474618600469899755</id><published>2008-05-04T08:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T08:08:39.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not long ago</title><content type='html'>Now&lt;br /&gt;Knowing&lt;br /&gt;Merging light&lt;br /&gt;Where it is all&lt;br /&gt;To the place&lt;br /&gt;I am climbing&lt;br /&gt;A ladder&lt;br /&gt;Turned into brighter&lt;br /&gt;The light became&lt;br /&gt;Help me fight these&lt;br /&gt;Addictions&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Battles&lt;br /&gt;Disease&lt;br /&gt;Famine&lt;br /&gt;The killing&lt;br /&gt;I thought it might&lt;br /&gt;The light&lt;br /&gt;I went looking for&lt;br /&gt;Asleep&lt;br /&gt;Blind&lt;br /&gt;I was in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Not long ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jsh5.08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-1474618600469899755?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/1474618600469899755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=1474618600469899755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/1474618600469899755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/1474618600469899755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2008/05/not-long-ago.html' title='Not long ago'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-8602037581963465316</id><published>2008-04-19T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T14:38:28.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About the poem "The Place"</title><content type='html'>This poem was written for contemplation. It is about consciousness and it's eternal referral to itself through the dimension of soul and spirit. Read the poem and feel "as if" it will transform you! &lt;div&gt;Namaste &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mystic Poet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-8602037581963465316?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/8602037581963465316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=8602037581963465316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/8602037581963465316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/8602037581963465316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2008/04/about-poem-place.html' title='About the poem &quot;The Place&quot;'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-8403203937067175181</id><published>2008-03-30T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T08:07:25.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Place</title><content type='html'>Millions of years have passed&lt;br /&gt;And I wait for you&lt;br /&gt;I knew you when you were a stone&lt;br /&gt;I watched you grow into the tree&lt;br /&gt;I saw you as a fish swimming&lt;br /&gt;and then as a bird flying&lt;br /&gt;Now you are you&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember me&lt;br /&gt;I am the womb&lt;br /&gt;I am the seer, the sun&lt;br /&gt;the stars, the sky, the universe&lt;br /&gt;I am you&lt;br /&gt;Come to me and be as a child again&lt;br /&gt;Play in clouds of fragrant flowers&lt;br /&gt;Everything here is new&lt;br /&gt;This is the place between thoughts where it is silent&lt;br /&gt;Come to this place where there is no fear and all blessings bestowed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-8403203937067175181?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/8403203937067175181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=8403203937067175181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/8403203937067175181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/8403203937067175181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2008/03/place.html' title='The Place'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-2665047569294832128</id><published>2008-03-12T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T18:59:47.926-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='consciousness'/><title type='text'>The Future Wind</title><content type='html'>The Future wind is blowing&lt;br /&gt;Breezes pass us without knowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wonder where its going&lt;br /&gt;Seeds of karma we are sowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasures of knowledge it will be showing&lt;br /&gt;Our consciousness is growing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Future Wind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-2665047569294832128?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/2665047569294832128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=2665047569294832128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/2665047569294832128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/2665047569294832128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2008/03/future-wind.html' title='The Future Wind'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-9075393074164783507</id><published>2008-02-28T11:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T11:19:38.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I see You</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I wake&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A new sun rises&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I breathe&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Winds blow across time&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I cry &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Rains come to heal&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I laugh&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The thunder rolls&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I dream&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;New worlds are formed&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I sleep&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Life begins&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I sing&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A new universe is created&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I look at my reflection&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I see you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-9075393074164783507?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/9075393074164783507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=9075393074164783507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/9075393074164783507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/9075393074164783507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-see-you.html' title='I see You'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-6463662674847015349</id><published>2008-02-14T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T16:38:02.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk with Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="style1"&gt;When you walk with me&lt;br /&gt;We walk in the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk with me&lt;br /&gt;We  walk in the present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk with me&lt;br /&gt;We walk in the future&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="style1"&gt;May  your past be golden&lt;br /&gt;May  your present be  golden&lt;br /&gt;May  your future be golden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-6463662674847015349?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/6463662674847015349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=6463662674847015349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/6463662674847015349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/6463662674847015349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2008/02/walk-with-me.html' title='Walk with Me'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-5649170983171271364</id><published>2008-01-01T14:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T14:17:47.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ascending to Self</title><content type='html'>I have been climbing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long long while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now looking at the God view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splendor beyond belief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy bliss and beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smell of ambrosia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm breezes caress me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have become the effulgent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the light of pure love&lt;br /&gt;flowing through me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It surrounds me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It heals me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me whole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-5649170983171271364?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/5649170983171271364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=5649170983171271364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Although you  think about it at times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to have possessions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You add it to  the others you bought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a gift is given&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no  payment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your gift is waiting to be opened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday when you see  that taking&lt;br /&gt;and having give no pleasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will open your  gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten, Twenty, Thirty, Forty, Fifty, or One Hundred Years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You  will say I must open my gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you open my gift to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will  see it feel it smell it touch it and hear it and taste it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be as  new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the day I gave it to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day of your  birth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-2010380014428524608?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/2010380014428524608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=2010380014428524608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/2010380014428524608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/2010380014428524608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2007/12/given.html' title='Given'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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/&gt;Remake it into a better  place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your own paradise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share in the universal  thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we can make a perfect world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One at a  time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Copyright ©2007  &lt;b&gt;Jim Samuel Hawks &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" class="ArticleFooter"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-1127492203315024082?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/1127492203315024082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=1127492203315024082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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the lessons learnt&lt;br /&gt;The sun rising to greet us&lt;br /&gt;All of the possibilities for growth&lt;br /&gt;A rebirth a beginning&lt;br /&gt;We choose what to see&lt;br /&gt;In the long shadow&lt;br /&gt;Time rolling on and on&lt;br /&gt;Can we catch it hold on to it&lt;br /&gt;Alas we must let go&lt;br /&gt;If we can see ourselves from a distance&lt;br /&gt;Then we can change&lt;br /&gt;This is a timeless act&lt;br /&gt;In that moment is transformation&lt;br /&gt;It is then that we are forever different than before&lt;br /&gt;In the long shadow there is wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;h4 align="center"&gt;              Jim Hawks             &lt;/h4&gt;            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-28fb769de8a13457" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-5149998633727360830</id><published>2007-11-06T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T16:07:21.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wind Blows</title><content type='html'>The Wind Blows through the trees scattering the leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out where they go and why they come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dissolving flow into the nothingness of eternal time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; Sprouting forth with enthusiasm and joy to proclaim life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Remember your birth and death&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Find the in between space&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cherish it nourish it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Become it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-3756320925429294578</id><published>2007-10-04T11:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T11:48:42.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clouds Under Your Feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15;"&gt;Did you know&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15;"&gt;You are walking on clouds&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15;"&gt;You are protected&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15;"&gt;You can&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15;"&gt;You can withstand&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15;"&gt;You stand&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15;"&gt;You stand tall&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15;"&gt;Stand with ME&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15;"&gt;You have clouds under your feet &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-3756320925429294578?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/3756320925429294578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=3756320925429294578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/3756320925429294578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/3756320925429294578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2007/10/clouds-under-your-feet.html' title='Clouds Under Your Feet'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-5587920336264100465</id><published>2007-09-23T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T19:22:41.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes of a friend</title><content type='html'>Eyes&lt;br /&gt;filled with compassion&lt;br /&gt;Eyes&lt;br /&gt;filled with strength&lt;br /&gt;Eyes&lt;br /&gt;filled with knowledge&lt;br /&gt;Eyes&lt;br /&gt;filled with pain&lt;br /&gt;Eyes&lt;br /&gt;filled with tears&lt;br /&gt;Eyes&lt;br /&gt;filled with joy&lt;br /&gt;Eyes&lt;br /&gt;seeing God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim S. Hawks&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007  Jim  Samuel Hawks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-5587920336264100465?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/5587920336264100465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=5587920336264100465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/5587920336264100465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/5587920336264100465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2007/09/eyes-of-friend.html' title='Eyes of a friend'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-1062429965360118182</id><published>2007-08-21T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T20:14:29.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The last time I saw you</title><content type='html'>In another lifetime&lt;br /&gt;You did so shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your river flowed &lt;br /&gt;And you grew old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the many things you tried&lt;br /&gt;All the times you laughed and cried&lt;br /&gt;And then you died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your wonderful story told&lt;br /&gt;And you so very bold&lt;br /&gt;Now your body turned cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will you rise again&lt;br /&gt;My eternal friend&lt;br /&gt;For I cannot remember when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was the last time I saw you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-1062429965360118182?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/1062429965360118182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=1062429965360118182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/1062429965360118182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/1062429965360118182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2007/08/last-time-i-saw-you.html' title='The last time I saw you'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-4188938060882243680</id><published>2007-08-04T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T12:14:28.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To know the brightest fire</title><content type='html'>To know the brightest fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comes from the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And freedom from it’s release&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is to know the word of God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The self that is in all things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fire of passion in spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burns the path of the dharma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go forth with the light of wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And unlock the secrets of the universe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim S. Hawks 07/07&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-4188938060882243680?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/4188938060882243680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=4188938060882243680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/4188938060882243680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/4188938060882243680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2007/08/to-know-brightest-fire.html' title='To know the brightest fire'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-3544117553085144091</id><published>2007-07-07T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T10:39:48.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It never occurred to me</title><content type='html'>It never occurred to me&lt;br /&gt;While I’m living I am also dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never occurred to me&lt;br /&gt;I am breathing air that is millions of years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never occurred to me&lt;br /&gt;When I watch a sunset someone else is watching a sunrise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never occurred to me&lt;br /&gt;There are things to be seen without the eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never occurred to me&lt;br /&gt;When I stop thinking the solution comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never occurred to me&lt;br /&gt;Listening is more important than talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never occurred to me&lt;br /&gt;I do not give the sun or you permission to shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never occurred to me&lt;br /&gt;When I am happiest I start to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never occurred to me&lt;br /&gt;The gift I receive is the one I give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never occurred to me&lt;br /&gt;The littlest things can mean the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never occurred to me&lt;br /&gt;The only thing worth stealing is your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never occurred to me&lt;br /&gt;Until now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-3544117553085144091?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-6592661301758993578</id><published>2007-06-25T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T13:16:28.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirit</title><content type='html'>Spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to us all lives are recorded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consciousness goes on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirits are here always &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are watching &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the chance to dance with  you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you ancient secrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask the question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer will come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All knowledge wants to be shared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell of past lives- of lost worlds- of grand deeds&lt;br /&gt;of the Eternal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ride the winds and scatter like leaves but tell us the timeless story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the eternal lifestream that connects us all to past present and future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirit be with us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-6592661301758993578?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/6592661301758993578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=6592661301758993578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/6592661301758993578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/6592661301758993578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2007/06/spirit.html' title='Spirit'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-7724995945299377131</id><published>2007-05-17T13:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T13:42:50.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Song</title><content type='html'>The beautiful songbird awoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking about there were no others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought to herself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there are no others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should I sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she heard a voice say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I created you I gave you&lt;br /&gt;a most beautiful gift your Morning Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you sing it all my creation is joyful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pondered and then filled up her breast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the most beautiful song came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instantly all the other birds began to sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trees swayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grass grew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun shined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice said &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice in this moment of which you are&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-7724995945299377131?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/7724995945299377131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=7724995945299377131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/7724995945299377131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/7724995945299377131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2007/05/morning-song.html' title='Morning Song'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-7656470205670135887</id><published>2007-04-30T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T15:58:51.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The poem "Nothing"</title><content type='html'>This poem is really about "Something!" Quantum physics is telling us that there is something that holds the world and universe together "It's the stuff, the unmanifested form" and it is 99.99999999999999999999999999999999% nothing. The ancients called it the womb of creation. Now read the poem again and see if you find-nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-7656470205670135887?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/7656470205670135887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=7656470205670135887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/7656470205670135887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/7656470205670135887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2007/04/poem-nothing.html' title='The poem &quot;Nothing&quot;'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-6372677215683844162</id><published>2007-04-29T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T07:15:50.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing</title><content type='html'>There is nothing to write&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing to sing&lt;br /&gt;we have forgotten the song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing the mind&lt;br /&gt;find the clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing to feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to have&lt;br /&gt;and nothing to steal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-6372677215683844162?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/6372677215683844162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=6372677215683844162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/6372677215683844162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/6372677215683844162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2007/04/nothing.html' title='Nothing'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-7963832644056634743</id><published>2007-04-26T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T17:51:09.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About the poem " Earth Mother"</title><content type='html'>This poem is meant to take you to a different perspective. We all are going to lie down again in the earth. She waits watching us&lt;br /&gt;play out our physcodramas and muses, and thinking "I wait for your return." She is gentle and patient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-7963832644056634743?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/7963832644056634743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=7963832644056634743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/7963832644056634743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/7963832644056634743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2007/04/about-poem-earth-mother.html' title='About the poem &quot; Earth Mother&quot;'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-2341701184961762702</id><published>2007-04-24T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T14:19:45.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Mother</title><content type='html'>I wait for your return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch you in your play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put on your sad face&lt;br /&gt;your happy face&lt;br /&gt;your serious face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You act out your psychodramas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wait for your return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning middle and end&lt;br /&gt;future present and past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long to hold you&lt;br /&gt;For you to lay down with me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I look at your wrinkled leather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a glimpse you lay down in a quiet sleep&lt;br /&gt;and dissolve into me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim S. Hawks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007 Jim Samuel Hawks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-2341701184961762702?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/2341701184961762702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=2341701184961762702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/2341701184961762702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/2341701184961762702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2007/04/earth-mother.html' title='Earth Mother'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-8986491735980533740</id><published>2007-04-21T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T08:03:02.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>अबाउट थे  पोएम "थे सुइट"</title><content type='html'>The Suit is a way to the spirit. We must realize the miracle that we have been given&lt;br /&gt;and take pride and care of our diversity. "For the next suit I give you will be beyond&lt;br /&gt;all you can imagine."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-8986491735980533740?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/8986491735980533740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=8986491735980533740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/8986491735980533740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/8986491735980533740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='अबाउट थे  पोएम &quot;थे सुइट&quot;'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-6007832847914366221</id><published>2007-04-19T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T18:37:10.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Suit</title><content type='html'>And then I cried to the tailor &lt;br /&gt;This suit is unacceptable &lt;br /&gt;It's a beautiful suit he said &lt;br /&gt;I said the arms are too long &lt;br /&gt;The legs are too short, the shoulders &lt;br /&gt;are too narrow and the &lt;br /&gt;bottom is too big &lt;br /&gt;And oh the color &lt;br /&gt;And oh what kind of material is this &lt;br /&gt;I want to give it back &lt;br /&gt;The tailor replied &lt;br /&gt;This is a suit of finest qualities &lt;br /&gt;Its fabric is of a million cells &lt;br /&gt;It's color of a heavenly hue picked by me and different from all others &lt;br /&gt;The arms, legs, shoulders and bottom &lt;br /&gt;were formed just for you, &lt;br /&gt;they are your nature, your spirit &lt;br /&gt;There are many precious gifts woven &lt;br /&gt;into your suit It has skin and bones for &lt;br /&gt;strength It has hands and feet to grasp &lt;br /&gt;and walk and it has a brain to think &lt;br /&gt;I created your suit to last a lifetime &lt;br /&gt;Be proud of It's color, it's &lt;br /&gt;form and It’s nature &lt;br /&gt;For the next suit I give you &lt;br /&gt;will be beyond all you can imagine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-6007832847914366221?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/6007832847914366221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=6007832847914366221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/6007832847914366221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/6007832847914366221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2007/04/suit.html' title='The Suit'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-6464331106816973970</id><published>2007-03-25T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T20:23:56.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Poem "Will you come time"</title><content type='html'>We are looking at mortality or immortality; I let you be the judge. Time itself is an interesting concept so asking anyone the question elicits a personal response. Read the poem and make your own truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-6464331106816973970?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/6464331106816973970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=6464331106816973970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/6464331106816973970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/6464331106816973970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2007/03/poem-will-you-come-time.html' title='The Poem &quot;Will you come time&quot;'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-4232389541320818952</id><published>2007-03-14T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T14:57:13.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will You Come Time</title><content type='html'>When time comes for you&lt;br /&gt;Will you be ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be washed and clean&lt;br /&gt;Will you wear fancy clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will your affairs be in order&lt;br /&gt;Will your accounts be paid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you remember&lt;br /&gt;Will you forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When time comes for you&lt;br /&gt;Will you take it's hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be afraid&lt;br /&gt;Will you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Will you dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you close your eyes in peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you fly to your own personal heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you come time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007 Jim Samuel Hawks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-4232389541320818952?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/4232389541320818952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=4232389541320818952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/4232389541320818952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/4232389541320818952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2007/03/will-you-come-time.html' title='Will You Come Time'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-1604125180819379881</id><published>2007-03-08T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T11:16:17.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About the poem "Earth Mother"</title><content type='html'>This poem is a soulful look at how our lives are viewed from the point of nature. In nature the are no psychodramas, there is only patience and what is. And of course it&lt;br /&gt;has a heartful connection to our mother, earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-1604125180819379881?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/1604125180819379881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=1604125180819379881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/1604125180819379881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/1604125180819379881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2007/03/about-poem-earth-mother.html' title='About the poem &quot;Earth Mother&quot;'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-8210501145336877483</id><published>2007-03-02T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T14:21:57.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Mother</title><content type='html'>I wait for your return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch you in your play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put on your sad face&lt;br /&gt;your happy face&lt;br /&gt;your serious face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You act out your psychodramas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wait for your return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning middle and end&lt;br /&gt;future present and past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long to hold you&lt;br /&gt;For you to lay down with me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I look at your wrinkled leather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a glimpse you lay down in a quiet sleep&lt;br /&gt;and dissolve into me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim S. Hawks&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007 Jim Samuel Hawks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-8210501145336877483?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/8210501145336877483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=8210501145336877483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/8210501145336877483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/8210501145336877483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2007/03/earth-mother.html' title='Earth Mother'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-8166803477606802361</id><published>2007-02-23T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T18:34:41.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Poem "Forgive"</title><content type='html'>What happens when you forgive? You give, it's a form of giving to yourself. When you forgive someone you feel better and you release those negative feelings. The hardest thing there is to do is forgiving yourself, however it's the most rewarding. I wonder&lt;br /&gt;why this is? Could it be that self love is something we deny ourselves?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-8166803477606802361?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/8166803477606802361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=8166803477606802361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/8166803477606802361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/8166803477606802361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2007/02/poem-forgive.html' title='The Poem &quot;Forgive&quot;'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-4920290912496460377</id><published>2007-02-22T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T18:32:31.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive</title><content type='html'>For-give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE WILL FORGIVE YOU INSTANTLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you can create&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine something better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be clear &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be honest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that it is so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will transform you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-4920290912496460377?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/4920290912496460377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=4920290912496460377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/4920290912496460377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/4920290912496460377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2007/02/forgive.html' title='Forgive'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-5228553967868445693</id><published>2007-02-11T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T08:46:00.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Poem "Blue"</title><content type='html'>The poem 'Blue' was inspired by a thought of communicating to my daughter who lives far&lt;br /&gt;away and most often is impossible to reach or contact. She has had a rough life having children out of wedlock and taking drugs. 'Be with me' meaning be safe with God as your protecter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-5228553967868445693?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/5228553967868445693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=5228553967868445693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/5228553967868445693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/5228553967868445693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2007/02/poem-blue.html' title='The Poem &quot;Blue&quot;'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-8164196528015474186</id><published>2007-02-10T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T08:45:27.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue</title><content type='html'>Blue is the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue are your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue is your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wind blows cool and cold &lt;br /&gt;through the cave of your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a smooth and fleeting wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does not want you to know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes you away from who you really are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come warm yourself by the fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007 Jim Samuel Hawks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-8164196528015474186?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/8164196528015474186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=8164196528015474186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/8164196528015474186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/8164196528015474186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2007/02/blue.html' title='Blue'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-5199806592287695514</id><published>2007-02-03T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T18:35:42.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About the poem "The Gardener"</title><content type='html'>"The Gardener" sums it up in terms of what and where we are. We just need to slow down to get the answers; we are too bombarded with stimuli that doesn't serve us. We need to get in touch with the source, whatever that may mean to you. Make the change start the process of internal dialog, make some inroads with who you are and what you want and where you are going. You will be enriched and better for it. This an ancient solution and simple in it's approach but difficult in it's practice. First committ to start.  Blessings enjoy the journey. Go to my website for clues in the form&lt;br /&gt;of metaphors. www.jimhawks.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings Jim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-5199806592287695514?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/5199806592287695514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=5199806592287695514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/5199806592287695514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/5199806592287695514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2007/02/about-poem-gardener.html' title='About the poem &quot;The Gardener&quot;'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-7203768133130645231</id><published>2007-02-02T07:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T07:08:58.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gardener</title><content type='html'>He planted us here on earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world all is provided&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are like seeds waiting to germinate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we know who we are &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we see through all that is false&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That there is a divine magnetism that pulls us to our truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the entangled vines of choosing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We break through our earthly bonds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we bloom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reach out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toward the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vast universe opens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To reveal the glory of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment you know HIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007 Jim Samuel Hawks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-7203768133130645231?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/7203768133130645231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=7203768133130645231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/7203768133130645231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/7203768133130645231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2007/02/gardener.html' title='The Gardener'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-1904105591376912027</id><published>2007-02-01T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T11:03:09.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Poem "Given"</title><content type='html'>This poem is all about what has already been given to us. We can look deep inside and&lt;br /&gt;decide what those gifts are. Being grateful for all that is "Given" especially the awareness of the ability to know one's self. When we are able to see in this way&lt;br /&gt;we can use many of our experiences with more strength and detachment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-1904105591376912027?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/1904105591376912027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=1904105591376912027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/1904105591376912027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/1904105591376912027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2007/02/poem-given.html' title='The Poem &quot;Given&quot;'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-8013611696570658920</id><published>2007-01-30T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T06:00:45.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Given</title><content type='html'>I have given you a gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you have not opened it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you think about it at times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to have possessions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You add it to the others you bought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a gift is given&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no payment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your gift is waiting to be opened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday when you see that taking&lt;br /&gt;and having give no pleasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will open your gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten, Twenty, Thirty, Forty, Fifty, or One Hundred Years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will say I must open my gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you open my gift to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will see it feel it smell it touch it and hear it and taste it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be as new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the day I gave it to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day of your birth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim Samuel Hawks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-8013611696570658920?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/8013611696570658920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=8013611696570658920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/8013611696570658920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/8013611696570658920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2007/01/given.html' title='Given'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-8702694002371799859</id><published>2007-01-25T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T09:06:36.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Watching the river" Poem</title><content type='html'>This poem is all about consciousness. This consciousness is always watching, it is  seeing what we are doing. If we are able to tap into this consciousness we can start to direct our lifes with more purpose. We can change behaviors and thus outcomes. &lt;br /&gt;When we are able to do this we can create a better, more enriching experience in this lifetime. May you "watch the river" from a different point of view one with awareness of the self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-8702694002371799859?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/8702694002371799859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=8702694002371799859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/8702694002371799859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/8702694002371799859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2007/01/watching-river-poem.html' title='&quot;Watching the river&quot; Poem'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-1369832626017910124</id><published>2007-01-24T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T05:58:09.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching the river</title><content type='html'>I sit silently by the river&lt;br /&gt;The river of time&lt;br /&gt;I have watched you&lt;br /&gt;Days months seasons years&lt;br /&gt;I have seen you struggle&lt;br /&gt;I watched again as you cried&lt;br /&gt;I watched you lose&lt;br /&gt;I watched you win&lt;br /&gt;I watched you build your house with &lt;br /&gt;imperfect brick&lt;br /&gt;I watched the doors when they open for you&lt;br /&gt;I watched you close those same doors&lt;br /&gt;Now dying in your bed you look and ask&lt;br /&gt;Have you been here long&lt;br /&gt;And I watch you die&lt;br /&gt;I sit silently by the river&lt;br /&gt;Watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim S. Hawks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007 Jim Samuel Hawks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-1369832626017910124?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/1369832626017910124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=1369832626017910124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/1369832626017910124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/1369832626017910124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2007/01/watching-river.html' title='Watching the river'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-1898390634766273217</id><published>2007-01-23T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T05:26:57.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"There will come a day" Poem</title><content type='html'>There will come a day, that phrase in itself holds a lot of meaning. The underlying theme in the poem is introspection. There will come a day "When your sun rises" is a metaphor for hope. Also the line "When you see things differently" means you have changed you look at things from a different point of view; you are evolving. "All your wars have been fought" these wars whether internal or external are finished now you can be at peace since this is the opposite of war. " When you embrace the dark as well as the light" or as a zen saying goes "Invite your anger to tea" we need the contrast of both to be wholly honest with ourselves and others. "When you can come home" is another metaphor for becomming whole or balanced and at peace with one's self and others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-1898390634766273217?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/1898390634766273217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=1898390634766273217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/1898390634766273217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/1898390634766273217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2007/01/there-will-come-day-poem.html' title='&quot;There will come a day&quot; Poem'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-6929390456831177017</id><published>2007-01-22T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T07:37:22.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There will come a day</title><content type='html'>There will come a day&lt;br /&gt;When your sun rises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will come a day&lt;br /&gt;When you remember the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will come a day&lt;br /&gt;When you hold your hand out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will come a day&lt;br /&gt;When you find your smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will come a day&lt;br /&gt;When you see things differently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will come a day&lt;br /&gt;When you embrace the dark as well as the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will come a day&lt;br /&gt;When all your wars have been fought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will come a day&lt;br /&gt;When you can come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day is here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-6929390456831177017?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/6929390456831177017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=6929390456831177017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/6929390456831177017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/6929390456831177017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2007/01/there-will-come-day.html' title='There will come a day'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-3633191589718868395</id><published>2007-01-21T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T17:20:22.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The poem "A Better Day"</title><content type='html'>The poem orginated as I contmplated what makes a better day. When desires are not means we are contented. One of the best lines of the poem "When love remembers us" is a blissful statement that love is the most important and powerful energy in the universe. Of course another insight into ancient wisdom is the line "When we lose our head and find our heart", this line refers to the "Monkey Mind" of the ego that calculates everything and block the free flow of ideas. I hope you all have a "Better Day".&lt;br /&gt;More Metaphysical Poetry at www.jimhawks.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-3633191589718868395?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/3633191589718868395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=3633191589718868395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/3633191589718868395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/3633191589718868395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2007/01/poem-better-day.html' title='The poem &quot;A Better Day&quot;'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-5934243378227772096</id><published>2007-01-19T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T16:14:14.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Better Day</title><content type='html'>When we feel no pain&lt;br /&gt;When desires are not&lt;br /&gt;When love remembers us&lt;br /&gt;When we help others&lt;br /&gt;When we ask for help&lt;br /&gt;When the skys give rain&lt;br /&gt;When time is forgotten&lt;br /&gt;When the taste of life is sweet&lt;br /&gt;When we greet strangers with a smile&lt;br /&gt;When we lose our head and find our heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim Hawks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007 Jim Samuel Hawks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-5934243378227772096?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/5934243378227772096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=5934243378227772096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/5934243378227772096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/5934243378227772096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2007/01/better-day.html' title='A Better Day'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-5140874725773669318</id><published>2007-01-17T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T09:29:04.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Poem "Chasing the Spirit"</title><content type='html'>Whether we are aware of it or not we are all chasing the spirit. There are times that things are not what they seem. Things that can't be explained by science or logic, it's these situations that lend themselves to believeing there is something more to this life than meets the eye. Miraculous healings, amazing feats of strength when needed. Fortelling with a hunch or intuition about a place or event. Dreams are said to be uncounscious; then why do they seem real and why can't we hold on to them? These are the things the poem is asking us to think about. Read the poem again for more insights. Blessings Jim &lt;br /&gt;More Mystic on www.jimhawks.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-5140874725773669318?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/5140874725773669318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=5140874725773669318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/5140874725773669318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/5140874725773669318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2007/01/poem-chasing-spirit.html' title='The Poem &quot;Chasing the Spirit&quot;'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-2460303123643549643</id><published>2007-01-15T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T11:44:31.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing the Spirit</title><content type='html'>I hear calling and run to the door &lt;br /&gt;but there is no one there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear beautiful singing but when I try to understand the words&lt;br /&gt;The song disappears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel breezes blowing through me &lt;br /&gt;but I can't hold on to them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see faces in the clouds but when I try to speak to them&lt;br /&gt;They turn into clouds again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smell the fresh scent of a just picked flower&lt;br /&gt;Once picked the scent is soon gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the curtain open to my worldly play&lt;br /&gt;but the actors are all me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes to sleep and dream&lt;br /&gt;but when I awaken I have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim Hawks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007 Jim Samuel Hawks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-2460303123643549643?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/2460303123643549643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=2460303123643549643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/2460303123643549643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/2460303123643549643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2007/01/chasing-spirit.html' title='Chasing the Spirit'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-8345129134813114322</id><published>2007-01-13T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T13:08:24.613-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem talk'/><title type='text'>Poem called "Nothing"</title><content type='html'>This poem came from a place of nothing. No thing or non-material space where thoughts live.&lt;br /&gt;The meaning behind the poem is deeper than appears on the surface. Because everything is also nothing in the quantum world. An atom is 99.9% nothing and atoms make up everything. So you see from what we have learned so far scientifically nothing is everything. Now go back and read the poem again. And find the clue. I challenge you! Also for more metaphysical poems got to jimhawks.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-8345129134813114322?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/8345129134813114322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=8345129134813114322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/8345129134813114322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/8345129134813114322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2007/01/poem-called-nothing.html' title='Poem called &quot;Nothing&quot;'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5551607481274049194.post-3261243463814422275</id><published>2007-01-11T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T14:32:05.074-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nothing 2'/><title type='text'>Nothing</title><content type='html'>There is nothing to write&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing to sing&lt;br /&gt;we have forgotten the song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing to say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing the mind find the clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing to feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to have&lt;br /&gt;and nothing to steal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br /&gt;is all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more mystic on my website. wwwjimhawks.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5551607481274049194-3261243463814422275?l=jimhawks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/feeds/3261243463814422275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5551607481274049194&amp;postID=3261243463814422275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/3261243463814422275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5551607481274049194/posts/default/3261243463814422275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jimhawks.blogspot.com/2007/01/nothing.html' title='Nothing'/><author><name>Mystic Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696280252886773674</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
