The Kymberlee Koan
Why is it that the more I embrace the unknown, the more clear my path becomes?
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there is this moment
It is such a misguided notion to believe there is any other place to be but this one– the sweet smell of rain (the droplets falling on the very paper on which I was writing this), surrounded by poetry. A church bell chimes nearby and machines whirrrrrr all around me. The cacophony of seagulls crying…
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The River Will Always Flow (so surrender already!)
Go ahead sort parse compartmentalize try to contain the uncontainable put it in boxes and tame it Go ahead and try The River will always flow the Wildness will always BE You can resist it or embrace it Either way, it will not be denied The River will always flow I choose SURRENDER (it’s less…
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The World Offers Itself
Wild Geese by Mary Oliver You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine….
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Ein Sof [There is no place that is not God]
Repair of the World by Naomi Newman In the beginning before there were any beginnings or endings, there was no place that was not already God. We call this unimaginable openness: Ein Sof, Being without end, world without end, Ein Sof. Then came the urge to give life to our world and us. But there…
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I fancied this man to be a pirate coming onto the …
I fancied this man to be a pirate coming onto the island to loot and pillage. It turns out he wasn’t as hot as Johnny Depp. He did take some villagers back out with him though. Hmmmm….
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on this side of the mirror
in my bedroom on this side of the mirror, i see a world of collected treasures. many given to me by my most precious treasures– the souls i share this life with. things made by hands i have held (and loved). flowers, now dried given to me by little people with cherubic grace. (buttercups, dandelions…
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