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	<title>Sharings by Daniel</title>
	<link>http://www.danielmilbo.com/blog</link>
	<description>Words to ponder the wonder of life in the moment.</description>
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		<title>Ban Silent Victories!</title>
		<description>What happens when something goes right in life?  If it's something big, the custom appears to be to have a celebration, a moment to stop and be happy and thank those who made it possible.  But what about personal victories?  I find I too often write them off and move ...</description>
		<link>http://www.danielmilbo.com/blog/archives/24</link>
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		<title>Inaugural Poem</title>
		<description>The following is a transcript of the inaugural poem recited by Elizabeth Alexander on January 20 as provided by CQ transcriptions.


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Praise song for the day.

Each day we go about our business, walking past each other, catching each others' eyes or not, about to speak or speaking. All about us is ...</description>
		<link>http://www.danielmilbo.com/blog/archives/23</link>
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		<title>Our Obama</title>
		<description>This election was no different... standing at the poll with two imperfect (to put it politely) choices.  Sad to say, it was Palin vs. Biden that was more on my mind; but after having weighed the issues, and having read an unprecedented amount of available "facts" and views online, I ...</description>
		<link>http://www.danielmilbo.com/blog/archives/22</link>
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		<title>The Discipline of Preparation</title>
		<description>Well, I'm no cook to be speaking about what it takes to prepare a Thanksgiving dinner; but I do fancy myself (don't we all) as knowing when a meal has been prepared properly.  If everyone raises a glass to toast...if the flavors are admired and then fade into the backdrop ...</description>
		<link>http://www.danielmilbo.com/blog/archives/21</link>
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		<title>We found we</title>
		<description>What happens when I find what it is I am looking for?  Is it found when I name it?  Or understand it?  Or is it in the touching - holding - grasping of it?  Is it only truly revealed in the grieving of its loss?  And how dare I say ...</description>
		<link>http://www.danielmilbo.com/blog/archives/20</link>
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		<title>New Beginnings</title>
		<description>Shall we revive this thread of reflections?  Yes!  It is a new year with endless possibility.

I find myself, at my core, simply thankful for my life and love.  It is my peace to love a wonderful man who is my light.  ...to have good friends and a wise mentor whose ...</description>
		<link>http://www.danielmilbo.com/blog/archives/19</link>
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		<title>Fleeting</title>
		<description>This weekend, a moment I very much desired passed me by.  It did not bypass me - I failed to reach out to grasp it.  They say we make our lives, so I am left asking myself, "what have I done?"

Life is such a mix of needs and emotions, and ...</description>
		<link>http://www.danielmilbo.com/blog/archives/18</link>
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		<title>Suffering</title>
		<description>It is all nice and good to ponder life, to write about it, and to seek for what's deeper; but such thoughts seem like luxuries when faced with suffering.  I speak not of my own pain, for that merely requires coping - I speak of the pain of someone close.  ...</description>
		<link>http://www.danielmilbo.com/blog/archives/17</link>
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		<title>The Pursuit of Exstasis</title>
		<description>I have been pondering the fact that the theme of my last poem seems to have, perhaps subconsciously, crept up repeatedly in my latest writings.  Exstasis - the standing outside normal perception of reality - is on some level my goal in writing.  I use poetry as a portal to ...</description>
		<link>http://www.danielmilbo.com/blog/archives/16</link>
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		<title>Green Light Day</title>
		<description>I suppose the planets eventually will align, but this morning all the traffic lights were green on my way to work.  There wasn't the usual traffic, and it seemed like people were clearing the streets so I could get through.  Obviously, they were paying no mind to me, but it's ...</description>
		<link>http://www.danielmilbo.com/blog/archives/15</link>
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		<title>Crimson</title>
		<description>Ardent blades burn in sun's passion.
Fired scarlet, succulent leaves
gather to bear the bloom.

Fervent petals waft in sultry air
like excited flames, goaded
by a mesmerized smithy.

Enraptured I stare in stillness.

In a sky of virescence, I float
looking down in my mind to
that crimson eye-flood.

Stoke the heart-head inferno,
Loosed in a bang of distractions consumed,
and
rest ...</description>
		<link>http://www.danielmilbo.com/blog/archives/14</link>
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		<title>What is a moment?</title>
		<description>A measurement of time we call a "second?"  A heart beat?  A blink of the eyelid?

If it's just a time slice, how is it that one moment is more important than the next?
Moments are phenomena of our perception.  It holds "import" to us and therefore stands out.  Imagine a field ...</description>
		<link>http://www.danielmilbo.com/blog/archives/9</link>
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		<title>Professional honesty</title>
		<description>In all my years of employment, I never came out to the whole office or volunteered my being a gay man.  Today, I proudly took my partner and love to the company picnic.  He is a wonderful man, and the time was right to share him with my co-workers.  I ...</description>
		<link>http://www.danielmilbo.com/blog/archives/8</link>
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		<title>There is a Shore</title>
		<description>There is a shore by the ocean bright
where the sand lies softly warm
waiting for your hard and weary feet.

On that shore, lap crystal clear waves,
that play and leap and laugh in the sun,
waiting for your worn and heavy hands.

In those waves, move currents deep,
that can carry away the body's weight,
waiting ...</description>
		<link>http://www.danielmilbo.com/blog/archives/7</link>
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		<title>Reality</title>
		<description>Resplendent
Yet veiled in the plainness of my finitude
Glorious
A web of more echoing wavelets than I can attend to
Beauty
You are both the song and each note inside each note
One
What is, simply is, in all its complexities

Oh, Reality, you simple are before me
I speak to you?  Because you speak to me.
Though you ...</description>
		<link>http://www.danielmilbo.com/blog/archives/6</link>
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		<title>A Great Mentor (continued)</title>
		<description>More words from Jenny:
From where I am, what makes me happy is a flowing feeling of love and beauty, so I am attracted to pleasures and dread pains like all of us. Nothing can change that. ... My question is: Is there beauty and love in pain as well as ...</description>
		<link>http://www.danielmilbo.com/blog/archives/5</link>
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		<title>A Great Mentor</title>
		<description>One of the most significant people in my life is my dear friend, Jenny Hoang.  Although our paths have parted over time, I remain deeply enriched by her friendship.  I took the time to read some of her blog stories (under Jenny's Writings in English), and would like to share ...</description>
		<link>http://www.danielmilbo.com/blog/archives/4</link>
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		<title>Welcome</title>
		<description>Here begins the adventure.  I've been a blogger through various stages of my life.  Here begins a new attempt at transparency - to share with anyone curious or interested in my thoughts and writings.  I hope to pique your sense of awe at the universe in all its dimensions, both ...</description>
		<link>http://www.danielmilbo.com/blog/archives/3</link>
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