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a wild rose at the field's edge
This is how you change when you go to the orchard where the heart opens: you become fragrance and the light that burning oil gives off, long strands of grieving hair, lion and at the same time, gazelle. You’re walking alone without feet, as riverwater does. The taste of a wine that is bitter and…
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Tender
Held in Compassion I just stepped on this bee. I said, “F-ing thing! Get off me!”, and kicked it away. As the pain faded away, I watched the poor bee convulsing as it died. I’m still alive. It is dying. Yes, I am the one who stepped on it. It was no one’s fault. It…
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Can't You Just SEE Me?
I like to let life unfold naturally and with grace. I try to pay attention to inner urgings and let the River of Life flow to and through me. I glean what Spirit is telling me and find the deeper meaning along the way. The synchronicity is so informative when I allow it. I’ve been…
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surrender
Just watch it. It’s pure magic.
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I think is so beautiful. For more peace prayers…
I think is so beautiful. For more peace prayers, click here Zorastrian Prayer for Peace We pray to God to eradicate all the misery in the world: that understanding triumph over ignorance, that generosity triumph over indifference, that trust triumph over contempt, and that truth triumph over falsehood.
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farewell
As a final farewell to each man I have loved and lost–whether by your deceit or mine, your projection or mine, your fears or mine–I offer this poem by Lord Byron. Today, I choose love and truth. Today, I choose joy. WHEN WE TWO PARTED When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted…
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