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I would just like you to know that I love your poetry. I randomly stumbled across your book “Climates of the Mind” in a small bookstore in Mendocino, and it has since given me more insight and comfort then a mere thank you can contain. Walking around in a world filled with apathy, seeing so [...]

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I just listened to Carolyn’s birthday cd. I’m very impressed with the following: 1. Her sonorous, mellifluous, strong voice, and her seamless reading, 2. Her acknowledgment of those assisting her in the midst of her reading and at the end, which shows how people friendly she is, 3. The music which does not over dominate [...]

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Were Tim still alive, he might put it this way: “Carolyn Kleefeld is one of the four or five most beautiful, intelligent (and intelligence is beauty) and fabulous free-thinking proponent of Human potential that we are blessed enough to have with us on the planet right now. I can’t think of any others! (short-term memory [...]

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I found my Soul

Your poem ” I found my Soul” is simply brilliant, a gem of spiritual insight. The latest poems that you’ve sent me have been truly amazing. Your ability to uniquely craft unusually creative, meaning-imbued word sculptures, and exceptionally imaginative language paintings, has unquestionably evolved in quantum leaps over the time I’ve known you. Your use [...]

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The human of our times is mutating so rapidly that we have no historical reference, except to a blurred past. With the population explosion, accelerating chaos, violence and terrorism, inhumane systems, pollution and ignorance, we are unrecognizable even to ourselves. And I, who live as far away as possible from the homogenization of it all, [...]

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Thoughts

“Everything has its time – if it has a destiny”. Carolyn Mary Kleefeld 

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I recently had the opportunity to translate some of Carolyn’s wonderful poetry into German… English Perhaps in grasping to explain life’s meaning, we dissipate its pulse. – The mind can be our ultimate torturer. Entanglement in the net of excessive thought can clip and cramp our wings. – Our minds cannot know the greater destiny. [...]

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