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The Window of Being

'Actions are the doors and windows of being. Unless we act we have no way of knowing what we are. ' Thomas Merton

walk
through the door
and do

not stray
in this dark room

silent,
inactive
thin soul of
yesterday's
rain.

no.

break open the window,
and breathe deeply
the light
of being.

poem by Steven Federle
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The Humble Man Prays

"A man who is truly humble cannot despair, because in the humble man there is no longer any such thing as self-pity." Thomas Merton

I am like this window
streaked with rain,
obscured by
blowing dust,
neglected
yet holding firm
against the wind.

I know
that some fine, clear day
you'll open
the door,
wipe my sins away
and clean at last
I'll dissolve
into your light.

poem by Steven Federle
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Cold Dark..

I sit alone
In this cold dark room
No windows no doors
Just icy cold air

I live alone
In this cold dark room
No family no friends
Just loneliness to share

I stay alone
In this cold dark room
No voices no sounds
Just nobody to care

I probe alone
In this cold dark room
In my mind in my world
Just a room filled with despair

I roam alone
In this cold dark room
No way in no way out
Just a worn but rigid snare

I rust alone
In this cold dark room
Not because there is no other way
Just because its easier that way....

poem by Deep Dark Soul Poet
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I sit alone...

I sit alone
In this cold dark room
No windows no doors
Just icy cold air

I live alone
In this cold dark room
No family no friends
Just loneliness to share

I stay alone
In this cold dark room
No voices no sounds
Just nobody to care

I probe alone
In this cold dark room
In my mind in my world
Just a room filled with despair

I roam alone
In this cold dark room
No way in no way out
Just a worn but rigid snare

I rust alone
In this cold dark room
Not because there is no other way
Just because its easier that way....

poem by Deep Dark Soul Poet
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Knock On Any Door

Knock on any door
Look through any window
Baby knock on any door
Knock on any door
Is there any place you want to go
Baby who you lookin for
Yeah, yeah, baby now you know
Its a cold world like they told you so
Knock on any door
Save your tears for some occasion
Keep your heartache to yourself
Knock on any door
Its a simple operation
Just trade your memory for your health
Knock on any door
Look through any window
Walk on
Knock on any door
Look through any window
Walk on
Its insane girl, you cant run away
Its the same world it was yesterday
Knock on any door
Look through any window
Walk on
Knock on any door
Look through any window
Walk on
Now, now, now how do you survive
With a pain so real, in a world so jive
Knock on any door
Look through any window
Peek through any shade
Knock on any door
Look through any window
Walk on

song performed by by Jackson Browne
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BREAKING THE DOOR OPEN (revised)

on that day when i lost the key
to the room
i waited for some solutions

perhaps i shall break the lock
or smash the door or remove the door jams
or climb on the other side of the house
and enter through the window

but my arms for breaking
are weaker now

my hands tremble at the thought
that once in my childhood
i did climb a wall and break open
the window
and was so badly beaten
that i could hardly stand and walk
back home

i keep on waiting for some solutions
until i realized that anyway
this is not my room of destiny

and there is nothing
in there that is worth my trouble

and so
not being that foolish enough
(or hopeless to say the least)

i simply walked away
with nothing on my shoulder to carry

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ringing Heart

Ringing heart

I am a gust of wind
From the north warm and cold
With a tender touch
I blow
Just keep open your wonderful window

Under the mystical dark cover I hide
And wait for your whisper call
To enter like a king to
steal
your ringing heart
Just keep your wonderful door open and wide

Like your dream man at a deep dark night
I break into your thrilling room
As a rain of desire or dream of ray
When I see at your door step
You spread
Colourful love petals
Over the hot and red carpet.

poem by Abdul Wahab
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Help me...

I am tired of knocking the windows and the doors,
Using my mighty limbs and legs and feeling the sadness,
At my heart, pushing the window as hard as I can,
People never hear my calling as they dip in their own,
Problems of puzzles that they have and I do not want to give up,
As I want to go out, then a hand pulled the knob to open up,
The closed window for me to fly out,
I am a butterfly, whose home is not a house.
I am lost in a house and trying to escape,
Just like this butterfly, we knock the same windows,
When we are clouded with worries and sorrows,
Not knowing that we need a hand to free us,
Banging again and again on the same window,
Blindly wishing for the window to be permeable,
Not knowing the needed help is available,
when the emotion is lost and the love is expired,
opportunities are erased and scarcity is established,
We do behave like this butterfly,
thinking the wrong as the right way.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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The Room

(chris waters/tom shapiro)
When I pull in the drive where your car used to be
It doesnt hurt me like it used to
I can walk through the door, and not wonder anymore
Where you are, like I used to
I can go down the hall, see the pictures on the wall
And not miss you
But I just cant bring myself to go into..
The room
Where I spent every night with you
And the light of the moon
Came through the window
And I held you
We were so close
And its just too soon
For me to go into the room
Id remember too much if I opened that door
And Im not sure if I could face it
The beds emptiness would remind me youre with
Someone else, and I couldnt take it
So, I sleep on the couch in our living room now
Since our love died
cause Im still not ready yet to go inside...
The room
Where I spent every night with you
And the light of the moon
Came through the window
And I held you
We were so close
And its just too soon
For me to go into the room
Where the light of the moon
Came through the window
And I held you
We were so close
And its just too soon
For me to go into the room

song performed by by Wade Hayes
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Windows To Bill Gates Or Paul Allen And History Of Windows

window's leaves
windows of open sea
windows as far as possible
windows easier
windows update
window shopper
window tablet
windows on the world
window seat

(Music by The Implicit Order) .

poem by Nicolas Grenier
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In my house

You enter a room to see a park
You close a door only to be led to another stairway

Leading you to another room with nothing but windows
You close a window the rest remains open

You close the windows and another door
In that park in the room where you just entered
Opens

Then you are confused about the roof that opens
To a river to the rocks where another door opens
To a wall with trees and birds and butterflies

This is weird you say, this is really weird
Then from the garage comes a wind that blows
Its horn like a car

I have just arrived offering you an explanation
For all these mess, these uncertainties, these self-made

confusions.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Daily Life

Life must provide a space of liberty, of silence, in which possibilities are allowed to surface and new choices become manifest. Thomas Merton

What I wear is pants. What I do is live. How I pray is breathe. Thomas Merton

Waking each morning, ex-
pelled from my space,

somebody
else has taken my place!

So rising to join in the common fray
compelled through the breathless, common day;

I stop,

and I choose,

and I breathe,

and I pray.

poem by Steven Federle
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Hall Of Doors

You walk through the hall of doors
With life in sight with death in mind
You watch people open their doors
And you think of how the doors and fate bind

You watch waiting to see your exit
As you see others turn down their path to their end
You know that the paths can not change
You know even with time fate shall not mend

Down the hall you walk
Doors lining each side
Every person holds the key to one of those locks
All around you people stride

Doors open
As people come to their door mats
You walk by doors just hoping,
hoping the next isn't yours, isn't your mat

You watch parents and children leaving eachothers sides
You see love being torn, hate being sewn
as the doors open wide
Some people leave together, some alone

You wait to see your door, your fate
You watch to see which door your key fits
You watch to see if your heart is with love or hate
You watch untill you find the mat at which you shall sit

You walk through the hall of doors
With life in sight, death in mind
You watch as people open their doors
You wait to see which door your fate lays behind.

poem by Bethany Maxwell
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The Proud Man

The humble man receives praise the way a clean window takes
the light of the sun.' Thomas Merton
-
The proud man
is like a dirty window.

He cannot permit to pass
the morning's glory;

whereas the humble man
dissolves in the light
of the rising sun

like a freshly scrubbed window.

poem by Steven Federle
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The Allegory Of The Cycle Of Doors

and so there is this door that appears before you
and you open it
and then when you enter the room
another door appears
this is the cycle of doors that keep on appearing and you
keep on opening
but the room still appears from a distance
always distant
from your eager feet to enter
you say to enter the room i must please the door
but the room moves away just the same
and the door tells you
to keep the room
you have to burn it and when the room is burned
the door finally disappears
and then both the door and the room shall tell you
now be happy
for you now have a house of your own

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When You Walk Away

So leave if you're leaving
Go if you must go
You won't see me down on my knees
Begging you to come back home
'Coz I refuse to give you the right
To cause these eyes to cry at night
I'm well prepared to live my life without you
When you walk away
You won't walk away with my heart
There will be no tears in the dark
No crying, no dying, no waiting for you to come back
When you're out the door
That don't mean I won't breathe no more
And I will not beg you to stay
When you walk, when you walk, when you walk away,
when you walk away
This heart won't stop beating
'Coz you say goodbye
You won't see me fall all in pieces
Or break all apart inside
And I will lose not one night of sleep
Crying for what couldn't be
I'm well prepared to never think about you
When you walk away
You won't walk away with my heart
There will be no tears in the dark
No crying, no dying, no praying for you to come back
When you're out the door
That don't mean I won't breathe no more
And I will not beg you to stay
When you walk, when you walk, when you walk away
'Coz I refuse to give you the right
To cause these eyes to cry at night
I'm well prepared to live my life without you, without you
When you walk away
You won't walk away with my heart
There will be no tears in the dark
No crying, no dying, no begging
When you're out the door
That don't mean I won't breathe no more
And I will not beg you to stay
When you walk, when you walk, when you walk away
You won't walk away with my heart
There will be no tears in the dark
No crying, no dying, no begging for you to come back-acapo

song performed by by Cher
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The Closed Door

on that day i lost the key
to the room
i waited for some solutions
breaking the locks
and open the door
or climbing on the other side
and entering through the window
but my arms for intrusion
are weaker now
my hands tremble at the thought
that once in my childhood
i did climb walls and break open
the window
and was so badly beaten

i keep on waiting for some solutions
until i realized that anyway
this is not my room and there is nothing
in there and so
not being that foolish
i simply walked away

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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for John on his first frustration

let me draw you a house
with an entrance gate
leading to an entrance
door and some windows
to let in air.

just that, there will be no
exit doors, no exit gate,
all the windows open,
not designed to close,

that precisely is success
and failure.
there is a sense of
entrance triumphant
ditto an exit for some
ordinary and even
inevitable failures of
our lives.

the windows are some
of our other options, we
let in air to breathe
for a while. we must.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Walk Into This Room

Dont let em get to your heart
Dont lose your diamonds swimmin in a lake when its (? ? )
The whole wide world feels like a shrine built to the worker bees
Who stole it from God anyhow
Lay it down child
Lay it down child
And walk into this room
Dont let em get to your spark
That little light in the back of everything that says this
Isnt for madder love
The whole wide world feels like a clan of mad scientists removing the juice
So they can freeze-dry you and put you in a box
Lay it down child
Lay it down child
And walk into this room all made with love for you
Lay it down child
You can
You can
Lay it down child
And walk into this room
A hundred candles to make the walls come alive
A little frank insence to sweeten the air just right
Now take my hand
And open the door
And open the door
Yeah, oh...
Yeah, oh...
Lay it down child
You can
You can
Lay it down child
And walk into this room
Walk into this room
Lay it down child
Just lay it down, lay it down
Lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down
Into this room

song performed by by Live
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L8,2212

There is a door which you open

you enter, and then it closes you
behind you
forever,

there is no force here,
but only volition,

you enter it
with all the warnings,
that the
possibility that it will close forever
has been told to you
over and over
again,

somehow, you do not make it a problem
you like a closed door, and you hate it
when it opens,
you love it when it is closed forever,
the room is nice
there is a certain loveliness
in there,

it has shiny floors,
it has a bright ceiling,
the lights are lovely,
like stars
in an open dark sky

the air is fresh,
the walls are comfortable

who wants to take an exit?

no one.not you.

when the door knows this, it will open
forever,
it decides to open for you
and it will tell you to go out and be
an outsider again and
be gone
for good,

you insist that you own this room now,
that a closed door is not a serious matter
and there is no way that you have to
go out
or be ousted,

the door has a stair with strong hands
and it will drag you out
it will pull your hair and drag your body
like hell

the door has learned its lesson
when the room is not a prison to someone else
there is no use keeping him there forever
for in truth the reason of the door's
existence
is to make you feel the prison and to suffer

and you know your lesson too well
there is no prison to a mind that is an open window
there is no suffering
to a lover of suffering

you see, it takes a little reverse psychology
for closed doors to open
for men to know that suffering is not suffering
at all
when one loves is tripping

when one thinks
otherwise
when one loves whatever happens

when one accepts
the one that is there and not look for something
that is always missing

why go for the unreachable?
why suffer for long?

life is life, and death is death
you are here, grab this here.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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City Nocturne

'Where there is no peace, there is no light.' Thomas Merton. Honorable Reader: Reflections on My Work

I dwell in city nights
hear cars cruising
down streets
streaming confusion
whispering,
boulevards of light
stunted lanes,
high-
wire siren, stunned
shot-
finders, tense
dispatchers rolling
black and whites,
ambulance
coroner's wagon
while laughing,
from theatre emerging,
from restaurant and bar
unaware, we swarm
through rivers of blood
to black cars, crush
of silent plush
power windows up
lock the doors
and slowly drive
through those
shimmering
terrible,
beautiful
streets.

poem by Steven Federle
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