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		<title>4 Trumpets</title>
		<link>http://www.4trumpets.com/index.php/2011/11/4-trumpets/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Nov 2011 16:14:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<category><![CDATA[love]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[quest]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Nightly in your room
You watch for a white star
That whispered long ago
Of an ancient quest.
Yours are young eyes
Which seldom rise,
Eyes that beseech
For some noble thing
Some heroic measure.
On your altar
A portrait of the master
Behind the candle light
Illuminating amid your skirmishes
On the field of concentration.
Children once free
We turned into proud liegemen.
The valiant fight for their country,
Some for [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Stealing the Fire</title>
		<link>http://www.4trumpets.com/index.php/2011/04/stealing-the-fire/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Apr 2011 03:35:48 +0000</pubDate>
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				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[battle]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[conflict]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[conquest]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[suffering]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[will]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[No thought or formula,
No belief or religion
Can stop your wiles
Endless foolery perhaps;
A trickster to crack a trickster.
*  *  *
I walk along a sandy shore.
The low silvery sun shimmers
liquid metal upon the sea.
Sitting alone,
Legs stretched in front,
A young woman with both hands
Kneeding the sand before her
In slow rhythmic motion,
Forward, then back,
Forward, back.
Her long jeans
Wet [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The River</title>
		<link>http://www.4trumpets.com/index.php/2011/04/the-river/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Apr 2011 03:29:38 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>admin</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[identity]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[remembrance]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Let us sit by the river.
A long time ago
You were the cool trickling
You lived in yourself as the fishes and plants
Swimming and swaying.
Birds and deer drank from you.
Leaves fell into you.
You were the vigor of the current.
During the day you reflected the sun
at night, the sparkling stars.
These rocks on which we sit,
You unearthed them
And shaped [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Traveling 101</title>
		<link>http://www.4trumpets.com/index.php/2011/03/traveling-101/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Apr 2011 02:55:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>admin</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[friendship]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[the road]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Never put your luggage
On the seat next to you.
You don&#8217;t know
Who the universe will place
there.
It could be a great sage,
A woman with powerful eyes,
An alien just landed from Mars,
Or a lonesome traveler
Like me.
© 2011 Ron Herman
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		<title>Night Grace</title>
		<link>http://www.4trumpets.com/index.php/2011/03/night-grace/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Apr 2011 02:47:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>admin</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[friendship]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[love]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.4trumpets.com/?p=145</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[You and I, we are a
Callous troupe.
How long can we sustain
This mode?
The cold night is fast
Approaching.
Will you stay
To see us through?
Words I failed to remember,
Visions I failed to see,
Hands I failed to extend,
Now come gracefully.
© 2010 Ron Herman
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		<title>Daedalus is Myth</title>
		<link>http://www.4trumpets.com/index.php/2010/12/daedalus-is-myth/</link>
		<comments>http://www.4trumpets.com/index.php/2010/12/daedalus-is-myth/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Dec 2010 03:08:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>admin</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[boundaries]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[mind]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[mythology]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[origin]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.4trumpets.com/?p=136</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[There is no reason to forget
Who we are,
From where we come
Save for the labyrinth
Where we find ourselves,
So cunningly made.
When we strive to break free
We are turned back to the same spot,
Only a different scenery.
We ask for help,
But what use are directions
In this place?
We walk a path, turn a corner,
And wonder:
Will this be the one?
Yet how [...]]]></description>
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		<title>To Remember</title>
		<link>http://www.4trumpets.com/index.php/2010/12/to-remember/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Dec 2010 01:56:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>admin</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[dream allegory]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[remembrance]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Was it only a dream
That we should be?
In sorrow we forget;
In joy we remember
That indeed it is a dream.
But not merely,
Not of slumber.
A ballad sung
Here among the snowy pines
On the lap of a mountain
It echoes clumsily
Among the valley folk
Of the struggle
To turn an unconscious dream
Into a conscious dream.
Dusk approaches,
And I go to my cell
To sit [...]]]></description>
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		<title>When We Are Truly Happy</title>
		<link>http://www.4trumpets.com/index.php/2010/10/when-we-are-truly-happy/</link>
		<comments>http://www.4trumpets.com/index.php/2010/10/when-we-are-truly-happy/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 09 Oct 2010 04:17:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>admin</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.4trumpets.com/?p=99</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;It is well worth analyzing the circumstances of those occasions on which we have been truly happy. For, as John Masefield says, &#8216;The days that make us happy make us wise.&#8217; When we review them, we shall almost certainly find that they had one characteristic in common. They were times when, for this or that [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Rabindranath Tagore Home</title>
		<link>http://www.4trumpets.com/index.php/2010/05/rabindranath-tagore-home/</link>
		<comments>http://www.4trumpets.com/index.php/2010/05/rabindranath-tagore-home/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 09 May 2010 18:18:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>admin</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[About Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[devotion]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[India]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[poets]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.4trumpets.com/?p=73</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Just after Easter, I visited Rabindranath Tagore&#8217;s home in Kolkata.  It was a much anticipated visit to this poet saint&#8217;s residence, now turned museum.  I had poured over his Gitanjali, a 1912 book of metaphysical devotional poems that earned Tagore the Nobel Prize in Literature.
What does it feel like to be standing under a cool [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Mountain Friend</title>
		<link>http://www.4trumpets.com/index.php/2010/01/mountain-friend/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 23 Jan 2010 20:29:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>admin</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[mirth]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[The old hermit on the mountain
Can&#8217;t see straight no more.
His vision curves like light,
Speeding to far out galaxies.
But he has a day job.
He doesn&#8217;t look into your eyes
Lest you see the choice.
Try to move in front quick,
He&#8217;s quicker to look away.
He doesn&#8217;t look into your eyes
Lest you see too much:
the mirror that sends you running,
Or [...]]]></description>
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