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here
I can’t stop smiling since and then there’s the and the way you time and space are meaningless here. it’s rather lovely there are no weapons it’s like cherry popsicles and puppy kisses it’s like a warm rain and singing around a campfire. it’s like top-shelf tequila and my toes buried in warm sand. it’s…
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kindreds
I asked him to tell me something that is a favorite. His response? “I love seeing acts of compassion.” Oh my.
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Stillness in Movement
The stillness in stillness is not the real stillness Only when there is stillness in movement can the spiritual rhythm appear which pervades heaven and earth. -TS’AL-KEN T’AN This is the place in which I have been living for quite some time. I haven’t been sitting much and haven’t been at the computer to update…
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every step an act of faith
“You cannot travel the path until you have become the path itself” ~Buddha each step i am destined to take illuminates itself. as i travel in the dark, unseen hands keep me from taking a wrong turn. every breath every step every moment is an act of faith and sublime s u r r e…
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soft and pink
Ragas In Minor Scale by Ravi Shankar & Philip Glass on Grooveshark last night, we spoke of ragas (and how they find their way to the end) we spoke of not being right (and the right to just be) we spoke of care and not judging the lost ones (and i trusted you a little…
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play up ahead
This is a sign found in my new neighborhood. It bodes well for things to come. I was telling a friend recently that my playful inner child has been getting squelched by constantly witnessing so many wounded children of late. Times they are a changing. I am reclaiming my desire and ability to play for…
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