<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-245925652150753326</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:14:53.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thousand Dots of Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thousand-dots-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/245925652150753326/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thousand-dots-of-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-245925652150753326.post-5924439775727914691</id><published>2007-12-10T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T02:08:34.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep My Feelings Still</title><content type='html'>Come here little birds of yesteryear summer&lt;br /&gt;With flying wings of prosper through airy light&lt;br /&gt;Guide the ways to heart with your thoughts number&lt;br /&gt;With a passing through in the blue sky flight&lt;br /&gt;Keep my feelings still in their right greenness&lt;br /&gt;Coming in the wander of entrails tossed&lt;br /&gt;Each in their freshly inspiring cleanness&lt;br /&gt;That through winter sometimes gets lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have every bright day in my heart&lt;br /&gt;With what the age can never understand&lt;br /&gt;Like rivers flowing in streams liberated&lt;br /&gt;Each in freshly coming in its new start&lt;br /&gt;By thoughts of their drifting stranded on new land&lt;br /&gt;What with fulfillments metaphors have stated&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/245925652150753326-5924439775727914691?l=thousand-dots-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thousand-dots-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5924439775727914691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=245925652150753326&amp;postID=5924439775727914691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/245925652150753326/posts/default/5924439775727914691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/245925652150753326/posts/default/5924439775727914691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thousand-dots-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/keep-my-feelings-still.html' title='Keep My Feelings Still'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-245925652150753326.post-8108669286770790755</id><published>2007-12-10T01:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T01:28:18.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Is Now</title><content type='html'>Twilight is now in every footstep&lt;br /&gt;Turning to dark in its wandering way&lt;br /&gt;Clouds of the mornings in drifting state ‘heps’&lt;br /&gt;Giving from its deep to dim winter's day&lt;br /&gt;The wings of the cold in the moonlight hours&lt;br /&gt;Flowing through glistening luminary&lt;br /&gt;With frozen windows hoary thread flowers&lt;br /&gt;For their passing that now comes to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abyss of dreams in to the coldness deep&lt;br /&gt;Disappearing of light to point of fear&lt;br /&gt;Weaving glow of distances burning red&lt;br /&gt;Forest silence and wintry breezy weep&lt;br /&gt;Everything in numbness that is near&lt;br /&gt;For colors of autumn all have now bled&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/245925652150753326-8108669286770790755?l=thousand-dots-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thousand-dots-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8108669286770790755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=245925652150753326&amp;postID=8108669286770790755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/245925652150753326/posts/default/8108669286770790755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/245925652150753326/posts/default/8108669286770790755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thousand-dots-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/beauty-of-this-world_10.html' title='Twilight Is Now'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-245925652150753326.post-169345031228849844</id><published>2007-12-10T00:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T00:55:58.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty of This World</title><content type='html'>Beauty of this world is not forever&lt;br /&gt;It comes like spring - fullest of its days&lt;br /&gt;Playful feeling like wind that never stays&lt;br /&gt;A breeze in treetops inspiring clever&lt;br /&gt;Each foliage way or precious stones from&lt;br /&gt;Blossoms of seasons in tinctures free&lt;br /&gt;The harp of summer that beauties shall strum&lt;br /&gt;Come to gatherer a bouquet - a tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a light of gold in the fulsome air&lt;br /&gt;With plenty of substances for daybreak&lt;br /&gt;The astounding forms of mysterious found&lt;br /&gt;Feelings with touch in closeness quite near&lt;br /&gt;For tempers of the spirit to uptake&lt;br /&gt;When each to each is closely tied and bound&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/245925652150753326-169345031228849844?l=thousand-dots-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thousand-dots-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/169345031228849844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=245925652150753326&amp;postID=169345031228849844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/245925652150753326/posts/default/169345031228849844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/245925652150753326/posts/default/169345031228849844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thousand-dots-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/beauty-of-this-world.html' title='Beauty of This World'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-245925652150753326.post-5751941409404927975</id><published>2007-12-09T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T23:09:48.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Be Forth In Your Joy</title><content type='html'>Give me hope from dark leaves&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow born mornings of yore&lt;br /&gt;Each life only moments in cleaves&lt;br /&gt;Corners of peace and some war&lt;br /&gt;Try every thought with your own&lt;br /&gt;Never be lost in its destiny&lt;br /&gt;Their space is vast to be shown&lt;br /&gt;For something that can not be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sow every seed in its worth&lt;br /&gt;Flowers of earth and their wish&lt;br /&gt;A rose in its splendid birth&lt;br /&gt;What burst forth to accomplish&lt;br /&gt;Pluck the lance flowers dark&lt;br /&gt;The sky has no limit there on&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts that suddenly will spark&lt;br /&gt;Until their impressions are gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be forth in your joy&lt;br /&gt;With what I can to you give&lt;br /&gt;Our life is to worthily employ&lt;br /&gt;What we can exemplify and live&lt;br /&gt;Just like each the sudden wave&lt;br /&gt;Of the inspirations that you feel&lt;br /&gt;Longings to language shall crave&lt;br /&gt;Be in this world to become real&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/245925652150753326-5751941409404927975?l=thousand-dots-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thousand-dots-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5751941409404927975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=245925652150753326&amp;postID=5751941409404927975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/245925652150753326/posts/default/5751941409404927975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/245925652150753326/posts/default/5751941409404927975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thousand-dots-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/let-me-be-forth-in-your-joy.html' title='Let Me Be Forth In Your Joy'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-245925652150753326.post-2701857582766900954</id><published>2007-12-09T21:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T21:16:04.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always In My Mood</title><content type='html'>Always in my mood for more&lt;br /&gt;Fingertips of falling fate&lt;br /&gt;Trusting what is in its store&lt;br /&gt;Pulsating ting at temper's rate&lt;br /&gt;Pressed to find feelings back&lt;br /&gt;That I didn't get to know&lt;br /&gt;Getting on to the right track&lt;br /&gt;Way of thinking with the flow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused to be commonplace&lt;br /&gt;Reminded of what it is not&lt;br /&gt;Strange thoughts to be amaze&lt;br /&gt;In each their approaching plot&lt;br /&gt;The beautifully is never defined&lt;br /&gt;Only sighted in shifty weight&lt;br /&gt;Waves of water salty brined&lt;br /&gt;Is sometimes their onward fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always in my own craziness&lt;br /&gt;Never getting too left high and dry&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts to take with caress&lt;br /&gt;Without asking questions why&lt;br /&gt;Physical worlds to come to&lt;br /&gt;With spiritual opinion in mind&lt;br /&gt;Something there still left to do&lt;br /&gt;Roots that this state can not find&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/245925652150753326-2701857582766900954?l=thousand-dots-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thousand-dots-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2701857582766900954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=245925652150753326&amp;postID=2701857582766900954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/245925652150753326/posts/default/2701857582766900954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/245925652150753326/posts/default/2701857582766900954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thousand-dots-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/always-in-my-mind.html' title='Always In My Mood'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-245925652150753326.post-5167111321390165843</id><published>2007-12-09T18:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T18:12:43.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minutes and Hours</title><content type='html'>You and I are together still&lt;br /&gt;With our dreams that never change&lt;br /&gt;Days of tomorrows to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;With a feeling to work with and rearrange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday had its moments gone by&lt;br /&gt;Something we couldn't fully work out&lt;br /&gt;Like the clear faraway blue sky&lt;br /&gt;That in our heart is and there about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are going never to come back&lt;br /&gt;Each their footsteps into the faraway past&lt;br /&gt;Nothing remembered in their vanished talk&lt;br /&gt;That is now forever somewhere lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Affections are for each their living&lt;br /&gt;Pleasures of things that never were before&lt;br /&gt;Minutes and hours to each other giving&lt;br /&gt;With an aim that never is to be too sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Affections are for each their living&lt;br /&gt;Pleasures of things that never were before&lt;br /&gt;Minutes and hours to each other giving&lt;br /&gt;With an aim that never is to be too sure&lt;br /&gt;With an aim that never is to be too sure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/245925652150753326-5167111321390165843?l=thousand-dots-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thousand-dots-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5167111321390165843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=245925652150753326&amp;postID=5167111321390165843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/245925652150753326/posts/default/5167111321390165843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/245925652150753326/posts/default/5167111321390165843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thousand-dots-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/minutes-and-hours.html' title='Minutes and Hours'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-245925652150753326.post-5865592034446283171</id><published>2007-12-09T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T18:12:12.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mornings of Freshness Briefs</title><content type='html'>I have always tried to find&lt;br /&gt;Something that will last&lt;br /&gt;What is left here behind?&lt;br /&gt;In its memory and its past&lt;br /&gt;Something that I knew before&lt;br /&gt;In my heart marked  for its while&lt;br /&gt;What the days have in their store&lt;br /&gt;That leads them to each new trial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love is like a flower growing&lt;br /&gt;In springtime and there on&lt;br /&gt;And then to the autumn's going&lt;br /&gt;To carry seeds that are done&lt;br /&gt;Washing away all the leaves&lt;br /&gt;On to the winter grayly sight&lt;br /&gt;Mornings with their freshness briefs&lt;br /&gt;Falling to diffuseness their light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that we had known&lt;br /&gt;Gone into the passing ways&lt;br /&gt;In to the new roots there grown&lt;br /&gt;Their clusters of cloudlets haze&lt;br /&gt;Something will stand though there&lt;br /&gt;Giving back some satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;Through moments passing here&lt;br /&gt;Each in its habits new interaction&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/245925652150753326-5865592034446283171?l=thousand-dots-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thousand-dots-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5865592034446283171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=245925652150753326&amp;postID=5865592034446283171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/245925652150753326/posts/default/5865592034446283171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/245925652150753326/posts/default/5865592034446283171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thousand-dots-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/mornings-of-freshness-briefs.html' title='Mornings of Freshness Briefs'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-245925652150753326.post-6026941131603318367</id><published>2007-12-09T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T18:06:45.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments Come and Go</title><content type='html'>Moments they come and go&lt;br /&gt;Itchy they will fly around&lt;br /&gt;In with December's falling snow&lt;br /&gt;Some love of winter is found&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is never again born &lt;br /&gt;Only vanishing footsteps going&lt;br /&gt;Through their stepwise worn&lt;br /&gt;Open with the moments flowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is found and also lost&lt;br /&gt;Everything we care to remember&lt;br /&gt;Some are broken double crossed&lt;br /&gt;Like autumn leaves of September&lt;br /&gt;Hours have their threading lines&lt;br /&gt;Waking ways of its stimulations&lt;br /&gt;Summer shade flowers that declines&lt;br /&gt;After its growth and graduations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments in their flashy spark&lt;br /&gt;Sinuous in purposes and rationales&lt;br /&gt;Ages in its intentional trademark&lt;br /&gt;Bumper stickers and various decals&lt;br /&gt;Split seconds for each occasion's new&lt;br /&gt;What is love without all this?&lt;br /&gt;Mind games playing going through&lt;br /&gt;After a while we don't care or miss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/245925652150753326-6026941131603318367?l=thousand-dots-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thousand-dots-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6026941131603318367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=245925652150753326&amp;postID=6026941131603318367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/245925652150753326/posts/default/6026941131603318367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/245925652150753326/posts/default/6026941131603318367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thousand-dots-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/moments-come-and-go.html' title='Moments Come and Go'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-245925652150753326.post-8269206666487133063</id><published>2007-12-05T17:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T17:29:56.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine Burning Smiley Way</title><content type='html'>There are dreams that come to you&lt;br /&gt;In their blues and keeping on&lt;br /&gt;Seeing gathering clearly through&lt;br /&gt;With everything that keeps them done&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine burning smiley way&lt;br /&gt;Nothing here in its reality&lt;br /&gt;Made of stone or mudding clay&lt;br /&gt;For the eyes to guess and see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more is coming to its looking&lt;br /&gt;With its ways and game stalemate&lt;br /&gt;Everything for ways of hooking&lt;br /&gt;Taking thoughts and making debate&lt;br /&gt;There you are to where you're bound&lt;br /&gt;Trying to busy your down mind&lt;br /&gt;Straight out lines melodies found&lt;br /&gt;Anything that makes them combined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is right to its interior canteen&lt;br /&gt;Flowing effortlessly through this space&lt;br /&gt;Everything and nothing in between&lt;br /&gt;Complicated in its too many ways&lt;br /&gt;Like yesterdays just sails through&lt;br /&gt;Full of their own and missing some&lt;br /&gt;Something that's old but still’s new&lt;br /&gt;Within this turning and passage from&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/245925652150753326-8269206666487133063?l=thousand-dots-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thousand-dots-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8269206666487133063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=245925652150753326&amp;postID=8269206666487133063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/245925652150753326/posts/default/8269206666487133063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/245925652150753326/posts/default/8269206666487133063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thousand-dots-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/sunshine-burning-smiley-way.html' title='Sunshine Burning Smiley Way'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-245925652150753326.post-267357808236533227</id><published>2007-12-05T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T16:04:16.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Craving</title><content type='html'>The night now dances close&lt;br /&gt;In its nocturnal dance dreams&lt;br /&gt;Like a dark leaved evening rose&lt;br /&gt;With thorns of yesterdays deems&lt;br /&gt;I watch the shadows shift&lt;br /&gt;In to my thoughts I yearn for&lt;br /&gt;And back again to dim drift&lt;br /&gt;To become nothing once more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is beating loneliness&lt;br /&gt;And echoing through its sound&lt;br /&gt;Feelings to turn out to be less&lt;br /&gt;Until they are nowhere found&lt;br /&gt;So much is though hidden inside&lt;br /&gt;In place of the outlying deep&lt;br /&gt;That ruined my wishes or tied&lt;br /&gt;Until their thoughts they sweep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now abandoned I do crave&lt;br /&gt;For something that's there still&lt;br /&gt;And through the missing pave&lt;br /&gt;To try to find again and fulfill&lt;br /&gt;I watch the shadows dance&lt;br /&gt;In a fluttering beaming light&lt;br /&gt;Weaving the moment’s instance&lt;br /&gt;Through time and missing night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/245925652150753326-267357808236533227?l=thousand-dots-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thousand-dots-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/267357808236533227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=245925652150753326&amp;postID=267357808236533227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/245925652150753326/posts/default/267357808236533227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/245925652150753326/posts/default/267357808236533227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thousand-dots-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/craving.html' title='Craving'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-245925652150753326.post-897292626191620462</id><published>2007-12-05T14:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T14:02:32.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Circle of Moods</title><content type='html'>The waves shatter the restless dark hours&lt;br /&gt;Time circle of moods that come and again go&lt;br /&gt;Like tinctures on leaves or flowers&lt;br /&gt;Those in clusters of buds for moments glow&lt;br /&gt;Minute to minute the light is falling&lt;br /&gt;Vanishing to nothingness or far beyond&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of the night in their magic calling&lt;br /&gt;In their dazzling lurch of shadows dance fawned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow comes again with new spring&lt;br /&gt;In blossoms of blue and white together&lt;br /&gt;Touching to brilliant bereavement blooms&lt;br /&gt;Into the blackness with new songs to sing&lt;br /&gt;Imminent brilliant being its bellwether&lt;br /&gt;Departing the woodland silence and glooms&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/245925652150753326-897292626191620462?l=thousand-dots-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thousand-dots-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/897292626191620462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=245925652150753326&amp;postID=897292626191620462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/245925652150753326/posts/default/897292626191620462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/245925652150753326/posts/default/897292626191620462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thousand-dots-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/time-circle-of-moods.html' title='Time Circle of Moods'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-245925652150753326.post-8135867756061070694</id><published>2007-12-05T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T08:33:07.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Colors</title><content type='html'>I’m the blue in blue&lt;br /&gt;Feelings of love to you&lt;br /&gt;Needing of sky ways&lt;br /&gt;Dreams coming up and plays&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine golden mood&lt;br /&gt;Clear sky truest food&lt;br /&gt;Anything to believe in&lt;br /&gt;Calmness and steady win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow gold to find&lt;br /&gt;Never to deceive the blind&lt;br /&gt;Tricking the fools in truth&lt;br /&gt;Forever in glinting youth&lt;br /&gt;Summer of flowers small&lt;br /&gt;Beaming of lights tall&lt;br /&gt;Anything or nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;Fool’s gold that'll fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red poundings of my love&lt;br /&gt;Sky of the eve above&lt;br /&gt;The danger in winning you&lt;br /&gt;Power to come and renew&lt;br /&gt;Purity of your feeling&lt;br /&gt;Each of my hour stealing&lt;br /&gt;Attracting every good luck&lt;br /&gt;Forever in love stuck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/245925652150753326-8135867756061070694?l=thousand-dots-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thousand-dots-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8135867756061070694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=245925652150753326&amp;postID=8135867756061070694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/245925652150753326/posts/default/8135867756061070694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/245925652150753326/posts/default/8135867756061070694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thousand-dots-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/3-colors.html' title='3 Colors'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-245925652150753326.post-7324861032299272739</id><published>2007-11-28T18:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T18:55:32.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is Full Of Reinvention</title><content type='html'>Why does humanity go by like this?&lt;br /&gt;Opportunity becomes nothing&lt;br /&gt;In its to and fro epoch prospect swing&lt;br /&gt;From care taking to its final remiss&lt;br /&gt;Notable pulsation in a life to learn&lt;br /&gt;Ambiguous droppings in the strength undone&lt;br /&gt;The earth across travels in endless spurn&lt;br /&gt;Learning from each existing on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water hard water will follow its course&lt;br /&gt;Borrow new foamy from the scattered shore&lt;br /&gt;Passage its flowing into fresh release&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of reinvention and resource&lt;br /&gt;Always with its planning for more and more&lt;br /&gt;Never in its expectations to cease&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/245925652150753326-7324861032299272739?l=thousand-dots-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thousand-dots-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7324861032299272739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=245925652150753326&amp;postID=7324861032299272739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/245925652150753326/posts/default/7324861032299272739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/245925652150753326/posts/default/7324861032299272739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thousand-dots-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/life-is-full-of-reinvention.html' title='Life Is Full Of Reinvention'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-245925652150753326.post-6981319357935391420</id><published>2007-11-28T01:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T01:39:37.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Corns of Dust to Dust</title><content type='html'>We have dreams to give and take&lt;br /&gt;Anything we know for sure&lt;br /&gt;Moods of tomorrow to up wake&lt;br /&gt;That in Deep Ocean's lure&lt;br /&gt;Morning breaks and dawns of days&lt;br /&gt;Everything in newborn's casts&lt;br /&gt;Colors sets in their many ways&lt;br /&gt;The corns of dust to dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you say and what you try&lt;br /&gt;With its parting's on&lt;br /&gt;Every curve low and high&lt;br /&gt;In to the night there gone&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy eyes and the deep of truth&lt;br /&gt;Rainy clouds in their drift&lt;br /&gt;Songs of morning in their youth&lt;br /&gt;Hours in their precious gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have thoughts to settle right&lt;br /&gt;Making ways into a flow&lt;br /&gt;Every hour's prospect flight&lt;br /&gt;Into time that there may go&lt;br /&gt;Try every tap that comes to a heart&lt;br /&gt;Showing opportunities distance&lt;br /&gt;Then song of mornings will start&lt;br /&gt;In their opening mode instance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/245925652150753326-6981319357935391420?l=thousand-dots-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thousand-dots-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6981319357935391420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=245925652150753326&amp;postID=6981319357935391420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/245925652150753326/posts/default/6981319357935391420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/245925652150753326/posts/default/6981319357935391420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thousand-dots-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/corns-of-dust-to-dust.html' title='The Corns of Dust to Dust'/><author><name>Peter S. Quinn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16150727967735944314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.peter-s-quinn.com/peter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-245925652150753326.post-8486345028710336926</id><published>2007-11-28T01:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T01:34:47.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thousand Dots of Life</title><content type='html'>Thousand dots of life &lt;br /&gt;Like fire lights in dark&lt;br /&gt;On to each fulfillment strife&lt;br /&gt;Till they glow and spark&lt;br /&gt;The morning comes after dim&lt;br /&gt;Into the hour of new fire&lt;br /&gt;Casting way whimsy whim&lt;br /&gt;Flying on wing's desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a way to find out&lt;br /&gt;Where every part is&lt;br /&gt;What a thought is about&lt;br /&gt;In its unknown bliss&lt;br /&gt;Right or wrong we must go&lt;br /&gt;Giving our best to all&lt;br /&gt;Moving as part of the flow&lt;br /&gt;Catching our own call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In thousands ways to learn&lt;br /&gt;With much drifting around&lt;br /&gt;Billowing tides in their turn&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere next to be found&lt;br /&gt;You have an answer for you&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is wrong in its road&lt;br /&gt;Seeing your thoughts through&lt;br /&gt;Taking away its latest load&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/245925652150753326-8486345028710336926?l=thousand-dots-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thousand-dots-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8486345028710336926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=245925652150753326&amp;postID=8486345028710336926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/245925652150753326/posts/default/8486345028710336926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/245925652150753326/posts/default/8486345028710336926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thousand-dots-of-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/thousand-dots-of-life.html' title='Thousand Dots of Life'/><author><name>Peter S. 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