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		<title>A Monk&#8217;s Journey</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 14 Oct 2011 02:43:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Matt Williamson</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[An old monk walked slowly toward the butter lamps, stopping against the wall for a moment before smiling for the last time. A realization of death moved within the monk&#8217;s soul and he became a body not of flesh, but light. The monk opened his eyes and peered into the umbra of this bardo, seeing [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Tree, Mountain, Valley and Cloud</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 12 Jul 2011 23:34:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Matt Williamson</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Tree stood upon the summit of Mountain for untold eons, watching Valley below bloom to life every spring and return to a peaceful sleep winter after winter. Tree loved Valley as a parent loves his child, having been a small twig when Valley was born from Mountain&#8217;s side. In many ways Tree cared for Valley [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Upon My Soul</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 May 2011 00:50:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[With you beside me a stainless sky within my mind Clouds of timelessness and laughter With you holding me solid rainbows of sound Rains falling down to replenish me With you face to face peace in my heart and love Upon My Soul]]></description>
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		<title>Always</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 27 Apr 2011 00:14:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Matt Williamson</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[She laid the coins on my eyes - cold&#8230; she did not think to warm them for the dead He removed the leaches from my whiter than white skin - do they not know I can feel the flow of blood from my limbs? She combed my hair with a rough, horse-hair brush - did [...]]]></description>
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		<title>A Moment Lost</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Feb 2011 03:48:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Matt Williamson</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It was happening again, between her breathes she was immortal. Every leaf in the trees stood motionless. Birds stopped mid-flight, frozen in the air before her. From time to time she felt like the whole universe was waiting for her next move, as if all of creation was watching her and holding its breath until [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Midnight Moksha</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 29 Aug 2010 02:01:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Matt Williamson</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The crescendo, a calamity of sound and light, deafening and silent as it rose into the air above his head.  Rays of azure light shot out of the mist as it began to accelerate, higher than the tree tops now, moving in to the clear air, powered only by his thoughts of freedom.  Drops of plasma, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Feel My Hand In Yours</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Mar 2010 02:38:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Matt Williamson</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The soft sounds of the television find their way down the hallway.  My son is asleep, but I have yet to make it to his room to turn off the T.V. and cover him up.  I will tuck him in every night that I can, one day he will move out, and I don&#8217;t want [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Warrior and the Lady</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 31 Jan 2010 20:38:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Matt Williamson</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Seelie Court was crowded on this moonlit night.  High clouds had given way to a pearlesque moon with diamond-glitter stars. Fairies of every ilk had come out to witness the signing of the &#8216;Last and Forever treaty&#8217;.  The winged, always the elite, hovered just above the loam and moss in one brightly lit corner [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Sometimes</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Jan 2010 03:53:58 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Matt Williamson</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes I want to scream to beg to plead Sometimes I want to smile to sigh to close my eyes and just be Sometimes I am alone in a room full of people invisible Sometimes my heart is torn swollen and bruised unable to beat Sometimes there is silence even as birds sing because I [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Desolation</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Dec 2009 06:37:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Matt Williamson</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[He stands before the translucent pod nude.  The pill shaped container may as well be on fire for all the enthusiasm he has to enter its embrace again.  He looks back at the monitor, a stall tactic that even he understands will not work much longer. &#8220;All is ready, you may proceed,&#8221; his own voice [...]]]></description>
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