Silent Man in the Silent Night
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He is a very good friend of mine. His name is
Rami, he is such a kind and honest man.

I took the photos with the Samsung NX10, which has
been provided to me by Samsung Electronics Co., Ltd.
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Come On In - Silent Night
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A poem by Peter S. Quinn
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Come on in with your singing on so bright
The carols of love and every bearing
Bring forth peace with harmonious interfering
So we me catch the highest of clear light
Come to my heart and take out its senses
With melodious in its wondrous beauty
Like the northern lights twilight's sequences
The newborn in their destiny are free
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A silent night comes to each man heart
With twinkling stars and the wishes that call
For harmony and prospect to this earth
Let each you’re inspiring from inside start
And be like the stars that for wishes must fall
To celebrate again Jesus Christ's birth
© 2010 - Ben Heine

The Magic Windmill

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© 2009 - Ben Heine
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The Time Is Like
a Windmill

By Peter S. Quinn

The time is like a windmill
Of wheeling on the waves
That goes up and down a hill
In moments of lots to fill
With wonderments and craves

The morning is shining there
Onward to fields and roads
And giving a circle to adhere
From some to almost anywhere
Of many its falling loads

Its silences and tones so soft
Filling the moments to go
And bringing around its oft
With a round and around waft
Like wind in breeze will blow

The day and night to give in
Of each its work be done
From dry to water full spin
Where each of both has been
Until the turning is none

Wheel will strive and break
To reach its own destiny
Give of what it will take
And always be still awake
To turn forever and be free

For it's like circle of life
In making its going turn
And as it too it must strife
And break on through the rife
Forever to go on and learn

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Listen to Wisdom
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© 2009 - Ben Heine
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A photo I took in the Belgian countryside
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Freedom Is To
You Calling

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

Freedom is to you calling,
Give life a heart so brave;
Each night hours are falling,
Into a dim hollow grave.
Hatred can be bottomless,
If you'll allow it to be;
But life is so fresh,
If it becomes all free.

Days by days will end,
But love can never so do;
Only down it will bend,
If it's not completely true.
Evening becomes a night,
Gathering shadows around;
Hold your feelings all right,
Lost can again be found.

Freedom is truth wearing,
Never a lie there inside;
Everyone else bearing,
Not from ourselves there hide.
You can grow out wisdom,
If the right seeds are sown;
For the conditions are calm,
If you acknowledge and atone.
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My Soul's Journey

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© 2009 - Ben Heine
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One of my pics from Kenya...
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Goodbye Troubles

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

Love let new spring be you
Fresh in its new beginning
Heart always young and true
From growth now singing
Let me know of your laughter
Every footstep new and bold
Beautiful day’s morning after
Growth in earth from the old

Love look to my path afresh
Let me see the forest growing
So I'll know how to enmesh
With the tide's timeless going
Give my heart spring once more
Pull the way for gracious love
I need your feelings to be sure
What this throbbing is all of

Doubtful old days into the past
Those wonderful sights ahead
Rainy clouds I have by-passed
Goodbye troubles get joy instead
Pull up your friendliest smile
All the outside’s now looking in
Let aspiring hope be here awhile
Where has the laughter been?

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