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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Rhino Downtown

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© 2009 - Ben Heine
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The Time Is Going
Somewhere

A poem by Peter S. Quinn

The time is going somewhere
But nowhere I'm still
The city lights from here to there
In every light bulb still
The hours are going by
One by one there're past
Heavy like clouds in sky
Or the roads with its dust

Everywhere you're going
Farther just than you were
Like the city lights flowing
Somewhere around or near

Letting go of dreams between
That nobody ever knows
So much is still there to be seen
In the sideways glows

Every time is going through
We are still just walking
So much there for to renew
After the stirring and talking
Ways to fill and be around
Where the days are down
Elsewhere a bit unlike found
In a different kind of a town

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