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Krishna Das, a warm home, a heart bowl of oatmeal - complete with kamut, flax, warmed mackintosh apples, cinnamon and a dash of local wildflower honey. And the stars have begun their descent from the sky. They now cover all the exposed flesh of this city, this state, this region - a true display of interconnectedess. Here. Now. And me, well, I just feel this cascade of gratitude for all I have

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I'd now be stripped naked standing upon concrete freezing cold water streaming down my back This, as my most cherished belongings are confiscated and sanitized of all their value This, so they will be clean enough for Germans And now a long hallway more concrete I see life outside dying on the trees falling to the ground fertilizing the earth This as I have my own hair harshly taken from me

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I couldn't tell if my chills were from the cold or the spirit of this place. The souls of the dead wandering this land. What these trees saw, empty of bark and leaves from their hunger... As they turned off the lights in the gas chamber and I called out for Fleet. For comfort. I called out for the only person I knew. But I was not dying. We were not preparing for the Cyclon B. Yes, we were

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Here we are...lining up waiting for the buses. I can't help but note how here we wait in a fashion similar to those who waited  for the trains to Auschwitz. Halloween morning 8:22 AM 2011. Train after train after train transporting humans. Imagine, your younger brother who wants to be just like you, your older sister who tells you your going to make an amazing dad, your favorite aunt who takes

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I'm really not quite sure what to make of it all Today was one of those days that start really early and end pretty late. One in which your gone all day long, touring the ghettos of a forgotten people. A unfathomable time. 16 of us sitting there in the low chairs on the Plac Bohaterow Getta Square of Krakow, wondering, waiting. We sat there unintentionally holding in our hearts, one of the

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Last night I got the chance to listen to Fleet Maull give a talk titled "Beyond Cynicism: Personal and societal Meaning of Meditation." I got to say, this whole concept of basic goodness is not one that comes easily to this conditioned mind of mine (as I'm sure is true for many of us with those same conditioned minds!) Yet, sitting there last night I saw something different. I saw something of

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Its that kind of rain that finds the lenses on your glasses, but for some reason you don't take them off. As we past exit 27 Downtown Pawtucket, I remember crossing those streets. One left turn and we're back on 95 North. Sometimes its a shock to see Mr. USA still kicking with his Red White and Blue. that's my hometown. Yep. Pawtucket, RI. And this is someone called '

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As I sit here, listening simultaneously to Richard recite "May all beings be happy, May all beings be safe, May all beings be safe, May all beings be peaceful, May all beings be at ease..." and men in the next concrete room over sing and drum, I feel my body open - even in the midst of a room full of men, some of which have raped my sisters, some of which have killed my brothers, some of

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As I walked back into my place in providence, I was flooded with expectation of how to bring what i just saw, felt, tasted and touched back with me to the world I know here. while joining the masses at occupy wallstreet in zuccotti park in downtown lower Manhattan, I had one question in mind "how do we keep this grassroots momentum moving?" As i lay in the tub, bathing off the dirt and dust of

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In my dream last night I was driving towards the future But all I could see was the mass exodus of all those that came before me and we were all heading out of a hell we had somehow collectively created There were bodies being flung out of the window's of large trucks by faceless folk and as I drove by them, I wondered if they cared and if they didn't I wondered how we became this way I heard

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There were Ponderosa's to greet me in the forests beyond time There was love dispersed in clouds floating by with ease There were wooden wheels stuck in stones rains that came in the form of a flood complete with 40 pound sand bags... And oh yes, we ran. we ran as fast as we could under that flashing sky and pounding waves of thunder There were yoga mats upon the gravel and some soaking. and

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Oh New Mexico.... I really miss this land, this energy, the people, the night sky, these profoundly strong mountains that glow during the sun setting. I miss the minty green taste of Pinyon and juniper dancing through the air, the wafting soft scent of vanilla from the towering Ponderosa pine. The practice here, all the black us Zennies like to wear.   I miss the open, the sense of home,

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Its a looming kind of sadness... One, complete with a taste of bitter like the kind olive leaf extract leaves in the back of my mouth when I've got the shits for days on end there's no sweet no sweet Its a longing of sorts A longing for that kind of a relationship with a mother that others seem to have one where the child feels held. safe. alive. heard. cherished. loved. There seems to be

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So what of existence? So what of coincidences? Of loneliness and playing pretend? But even with my therapist? Can I show her the truth? She's a reflection of my mind, yet I still want to hide. Do I need to impress her too? What am I to do? Somethingness. Nothingness. No Difference... Yet, are we really the same?

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Today's been quite exhausting. Paid homage at the great momma Atlantic last night under the Gemini sun, Sagittarius full moon, total lunar eclipse... Watched the waves of motion, of darkness, of reflection, of light, moving in towards me as I sat between her moving body and conjunct the galactic centered moon. Acknowledged my wounded, young self, my little girl, my Christina. Told her its

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Do you?

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There's a fierceness of reorganization happening here - I can see it in the deep bend of the trees, the hushed yet urgent voice of the thunder, the shifting, seemingly erratic west winds - the same ones playing down their power, but with a deep knowing of their strength. A confidence, of where they come from. I can see it in my changing patterns of sleep, as I awaken at two twenty to stand by my

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Standing in the rain simply being with the rain feeling the rain laying in the wet green grass in the rain Thunder pounding overhead lightening brightening the sky  I feel alive my body responds to this stimuli alive and high Beautiful man standing behind feeling the same rain drenching his skin we find nourishment in the form of connection we share Dripping hair I make my way home no

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Sirens now replacing the song of coyotes Hail now replacing the imposing sun Frozen even before it hits the earth But still, this song cycles around on repeat...

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June 1st 1992. 12 years old, stumbling towards the court house in the early morning heat. A sense of "I'm not good enough but too good for this" fills her thoughts and she dances on the brick under the Gemini new moon. Swift changes? For sure. And before she knows it, she's standing inside someone's home she's yet to know. If only she knew how to meditate...it would have really helped then,

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Met an 83 year old woman in the post office today. She stood there and spoke of the tears she held for those living in the tornado torn part of nation. I asked her what advice she'd give to someone my age. She looked at down and said "oh honey, don't know. Don't know." I thought that was perfectly profound, especially after my Zen stay. A moment later, she paused, turned to me, and without

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"Journeying is built into us, no matter how beautiful our home"

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Sipping internal bouts of trust full of promise of less and less from the outside I noticed the grass grows tall enough to hide from the prestige inside Just then walking thru the atomic mists of time came the end of land it was there that I heard a voice say "there's an ocean just waiting to be touched" and now the lingering taste of salt on upon my lips from my nude expose still satisfies

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I'm sitting here in front of a blank white canvas with some findings from my trip to the momma (the same rocky beach where the whale was found), listening to boards of Canada wondering why a white canvas is so dam intimidating! I feel really great about coming back to my heart and soul of mixed media painting arts, its been a while - in fact since I last lived here in Rhode Island. There

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There is no way to know. And how could I? A mass grave of people and uncountable tears As I stand over this place of brick, I wonder about the 250,000 bodies below. Sky above. Earth Below. Bodies below. Birds Above. How does one even begin to envision a machete hacking into skin, let alone again and again and again...times a million

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Superwoman once meant something And now I sit here, triggered and unsure of how to proceed... Yet these words of meaning are collecting in the drains from the rains pouring down outside here on this grey, gray spring day while I sit here, listening to the drone of duo stars of the lid, Tippy's Demise leaves quite a desire for surprise inside Still its true that hearts feels lonely sometimes

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Wondering if it takes a genocide to come together in the real and deep way the Rwandans have, are... Bring here at Rebero has completely changed my perspective on our presence here in Rwanda. I, for the first time since being here, can see how being here is actually an act of solidarity. Before hearing these speeches I was feeling tremendous guilt and shame for carrying white skin, for being

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So much for sleep. The images of those lime covered, partially decayed bodies visited me throughout the night. Its turned into a morning with a love for coffee the size of the unknown. Images of bodies which lay akimbo - covering the entirety of those wooden platforms in which they lay upon...filling entire rooms of entire buildings. Babies too. I can tell cause their little arms are the

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Bodies covered in lime. Bodies recovered from deep within the earth. Deep enough to be preserved so I could see where their flesh and bones, limbs, heads and hearts had been hacked into. Bludgeoned. Shot. White bodies, which now lay strewn about in a classroom meant for training - meant for progress. Classrooms that now instead hold a most horrifying history of our human potential. I was

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Here I sit at a wooden desk, looking out through the screen at the most lovely and unfamiliar equatorial flowers in bloom. This place feels like a pure land - something that I find to contrast quite drastically the knowing, holding of an awareness of almost a million people who were horrifically hacked up, some brutally raped, many killed. Before coming here I had visions of such darkness - the

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Sobbing, wailing, bearing witness to a sense of tragedy beyond my wildest imaginings, my most terrifying nightmare. Beyond what I could ever perceive as real, I touched into the deep sorrow in the stadium of Peace in Kigali this morning. It became real for me as I heard others scream out in terror, as if their loved ones were being slaughtered right there before their very eyes. And that did

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"Take me to the edge of the land" she said with a sigh carrying the weight of Venus. "I need to feel the waters of her living womb." The sound of those new swede brown boots from Spain were the first thing she noticed slipping back into her body, as she made her way down that wooden pier. There, she saw the pastels dancing. In each wave a desperate attempt to be noticed on the dawning of this

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Slipping over the green moss from salt to air onto a foreign land a wet ocean of boulders dancing ever so joyously as they create love between the rows of jetty's  "Are those human made?" I ask the seemingly happy middle aged couple. They must be coming to watch the sun set over those homes, those homes that sit so neatly in a row overlooking the great momma. Those homes that have not been

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She held me in her small hands a flash of light beaming i wonder what her insides will feel like if she allows me to go there

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Watching water lapping against the confines of burrows hollowed out eons ago listening to the hum of the park lights thoughts about what this is what is this? its people in fleece running by floating on top of the surface of a mind And the wind is relentless but it feels good it feels like shifting sand mistakes strewn about and this a step into some sort of contrived light Ellis Island still

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From the grey of the city skyline I wonder about those chalk outlines of bodies akimbo which jumped from the 102nd floor 10 years past No longer a smoldering mess just an almost empty city block save for the cranes attempting to rival those of times before I ask the bus driver what he thinks of a mosque being built right there he says "I can't answer that dear, but New York will do what it do,

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Papers flying like birds thru the airstream neon signs that never rest an endless array of grey joining the lowest prices guaranteed Cast iron bridges and a dozen pink & white balloons a 1973 El Camino held on this 1909 destiny of bridges Girls stealing basketballs from older boys on the courts of east Harlem People people everywhere everywhere Even Mr. Malcolm X himself was here

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Sitting in a crystallized bath under this new moon in Pisces she found herself once again, stuck between those wooden floor boards of her mind Candle light dancing between her thighs as she's holding Eyes Wide Open in her wet hands she bleeds into the music of a 16th century composer fluid flowing her tears somehow finding solace in the intensity of a C minor held in the past that which brings

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Last night under the blanketed silence of the city water from the snow melt outside made its way in filling up her room of memories carried from past places There were cutout cardboard crows with blood red hearts looking left and an owl feather plucked from the myth of death taken from high places there was even a bumblebee yellow 1970 paper Pontiac GTO She was carried out by way of the

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I am here without any idea of how to proceed. I hear "The only way out is though", but how do you even begin to move when your legs are numb, when your legs think they are ears. How do you make your way towards seeing yourself as really true when the dream is where your lost? What do you do when your whole world starts to crumble? When your seeing a deep state of denial for the first time? Oh

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Braced in the chasm of falling light she found her space in a place thats filled with gray its that kind of gray that mimics old stones you know the ones that hold you in time as your floating down when you lose your ground Yes she knows there is no ground there's no need to remind her she knows its all changing always anyway But still somehow having walls of ashes makes sense to her now

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There's still an echo in my room unassigned bed placement too many walls to choose from? Perhaps... I don't think i can paint it again what happens when you go from sunburst yellow to ashes grey? Its funny, and kinda odd that I'm projecting all this instability on the color of my walls, like somehow the right color is going to make everything feel "safe, stable, comfortable, familiar" but really

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Scraping stickers off the skin of my heart you know the ones that have been there collecting dust in the back of a second hand store Its the kind of desk you've dreamed of sitting in your room with the thoughts of a writing space a place in which to communicate your deepest sense of truth but to who? who's listening? The stickiness of the sticker is the kind you have to peel layer upon layer

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  It seems to me that in order to truly cultivate fearlessness we have to begin with vulnerable. By entering a space of willingness to open in the face of rejection, the face of an answer we don't want to hear, the face of pain, or whatever else is your biggest fear/s, I believe that we are allowing ourselves to be more wholly human.  What else is the purpose of life then to be alive in this

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An answer asked itself from the depths of her gut and she hiked uphill thru crystals to find the question in return she found an opening, an abiding arising filling all spaces in the 10 directions with truth "Finally," she said, with a deep exhale and a subtle smile, "I'm ready to keep moving" So, continues the journey across a nation and over the boulders of love she'll cross more open now

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A place where shadow and light dance in the most sensual and elegant way unknown to even the lovers embrace Sparkling snow like infinite crystals now lay upon the Earth body before me As I feel pulled asunder I wonder does the cawing raven ever seek any different then this?

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The crisp sound of air flowing though the stiffened winter branches high up in this desert land reminds me departures The woven constellations beaming overhead shed light on this darkened path now from eons ago I pause to ask him where is it that you go? Yet the only thing I hear are buds preparing for spring With a soft and subtle gaze he reminds me of my dad a man i once loved without fear

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What is this thing called fear? Why does it constantly control us? What is the reason we fear the most authentic truths of existence? Always wondering what someone else will think of us? Asking ourselves "should we just be real, just speak our truths?" I hear someone say "Ask yourself, are you allowing everything to be as it is right now?" Are you grasping? What are you trying to change, and

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She awoke one late afternoonduring a high desert hikeholding the company of rose quartz in the midst of a sniff of a Ponderosa Pine She rubbed her ochre browns unsure of the reality held in this glorious setting sunof oceans in desertshiding behind treesappearing to be openbeholdenshe grew into gleamingbeaming ... like Venus does in the late fall, early morning skies Chasing the moonshe's

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But does the blossoming flower not trust that it will eventually open? That all through the fall months they gracefully prepare for stillness And during the winter months simply enshrouded in complete stillness Until spring comes and breaths a sense of aliveness back into them Like sleeping children... They begin to awaken To be met with all the anticipation and joy of an early summer's rays

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Moondragon gate: she passes the threshold only to return. Now here she sits under a shale fossil filled overhang. No rain. No rain. Just a subtle sense of a slow flowing creek heading due east. Like me? Seems like. No center. No periphery.  Just boundless space opening into endlessness No rattlesnakes. Left now with the company of bear scat & dancing native grasses. Its those truths that hold

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8 legged spiders dancing towards the edge of an adobe wall prove to me that time is an illusion one of our biggest defeats as humans Trying to catch time on a clock is like trying to catch oceanic mists with a net on an early morning Pacific Northwest style Cause i am time you are time too and so is that fly, just standing there staring at you, as they rub their legs together as if sharpening

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What is it that keeps you attached? And how do you fall when you finally let go? What kind of wind is the kind of wind it takes for you to let go? Is it a strong wind? A tender soft wind? A downpour creating a pressure even gravity can't resist? What is it about that cottonwood branch, those other leaves that keeps you there? When you finally do let go, do you dance towards your decay? Do you

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One's got to move beyond like the Heart Sutra teacheslike we chant every single morning without exception: "Gate, Gate, Paragate, Para Sam gate Bodhi svaha" And as we move beyondas we slip between the creaky rusted gates of beyond  as we move beyond the confines of beyond  we learn to believe in ultimate expanding possibilities of everything and nothing  all at once together woven into a web of

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How do you say no to yes? And what do you do when you feel a truth so pervasive that you have no where to go but back into the surging cosmic spiral of everything and nothing? And what about the times when there's something of grace drizzled upon it all, a lure, like a hook, do you turn and run towards it? Away? Where's the return? Where's the safety zone? What makes intimacy groundless? Who

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Once upon a time she imagined lovelike for real lovelike the kind where you are held in liminal space of darkness and trustand together are suspended within swirling shards of lightlike prismslike absorptionuntilit all shatters into yesterdays and yesterdays crumble into years past and those years past drip into eons agoeventuallyits all just consumed by fire and spit out into the surging cosmic

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Its kind of, well, its some kind of beauty really.That ultimately there's a deepening of this knowing self. Of dreams.  Of not climbing into that self-carved, bottomless grave.Of finding Zen, and practicing yet again.Its of knowing self worth and holding it up to the eternal sky.Its seeing that freckle reflected back in a hazel eye. She's contemplating various states of aversion and clinging  yet

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...and with each in breath imagine becoming free... (those nights where the sky is sexy filled with dusk and superimposed heavenly light those autumn nights of setting flames of radiance in the sky makes me hot yea, it makes me hot for sleep for dreams lucidity and illusion for love and life joy poetry              yea. it makes me hot for myself and that timeless connection between me myself

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Cold wet skin resting ever so gently against darkened damp grass and unethical gravel scatters briefly from the encounter only to return again silent drips from the responsive rain infusing sage and womenfolk's stories responsive like the moon responsive like me to you coiled stone snakes wrapped around these wrists from Seattle my love. While Poland stands along the fading lines of Chamisa's

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   ...after a long, dark night

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someone said this time is about experiencing pain suffering rejection sounds like zen sounds like running to where? back to the recoil? back to the lack? back to what? what about penetrating the complicated connections and dependencies in here? still full of disappointment disillusionment but still she's standing on the vacant street corner of fruitful desire what are you here to take of? not

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Dreaming in the dark on the edge of this changing season of auburn barley miso soup, nori sesame rice balls and vermicelli sunomono. Setting suns before 7. Ours. still there's a craving there and somewhere the questions are still unanswered even when she stands alone under this fading smoke-filled pinkening sky she sheds multitudes of this: a sentient being inside searching out-loud to herself

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Bornlike people in this worldjuxtaposed against a precarious history of numbsuperimposed over stableconqueredour hearts have beenconquistador style Still  we can rise Still  we can awaken to our heartsbeating insidewe can awaken to our livesto our partnersour commitments and communities to ourselves the changing seasons  and seashores We are humansbut we can be more we can be warriors riding

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The moon hangs low over Santa fe a mere ten feet from the gleaming cathedral over Guadalupe's tear and a smile Fading summer's Scorpio is in the sky tonight and before me a procession of light of fire of peoples passing by and cultures blending into a continuance of the whole Preserved in our hearts a manjushri welcomes us blessings bestowed invocations for true integration being called upon in

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What was it about that swan dive across the mighty pacific that took me closer to myself yet further away from any truth i would've perceived? Something about heading due west... What was it about New Orleans that called you deeper into babies and intimacy? There's something about our chosen directions that speak to me now. Something about growing beyond our confining walls You heading south

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remember that time we skated towards the sun after that seemingly endless night of tin cans and boiling silicone we greeted the day with bloodied fingers from lifting manholes to climb yet even deeper down all the way until we were under that graffiti sprayed bridge jumping off the ramps with the confidence of a child remember the bandaged faces yelling across the crowd over the burning red

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waterfalls carry away pain and sorrow they also cleanse and purge bringing with the falling waters a deep sense of connection to flow joy to letting go surrendering once again to life's gifts and all there is mountains speak in languages not verbal transcending alphabets and cultures they stream down full of myriad beings present listening caring teaching us all how to bend with the wind full

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its like those crickets outside this screen door when they come together in harmony a perfect flow they are as one for a brief moment and in that space they find unison non separation no duality of any sorts just a deep deep connection until the next breath and on the exhale a shifting of resonance occurs sending all back into the mobile stream of impermanence

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I thought a lot about you while facing that adobe wall flooded with images desires regrets fantasies stories playing over and over again fooled again by this: delusion i miss you. don't know why. your a fucking pathetic walking mountain. a tender, angry, absorbing, withdrawn, romantic, shut down, deeply reflective, dark, creative, sinewy, untouchable, distantly close, magnetic walking mountain

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Superimposed on a sheet of photographic paper a spare moment of internal dialog fills the blank space once void of course now forgotten left to the stars to manage a more complete ending anti-climatic like puckering pursed lips waiting patiently for solitude to kick in looking down at supple sepia nipples she feels a chill take over a soft touch from a gentle breeze delicate and willowy she

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There is light all around. Its found in places untamed. There's even a piece of it in the concrete creations of F stops, Neptune Avenue's, traffic lights. Total dissolution. Situations where your lost completely, searching for a deeper, more pervasive meaning - an understanding of ocean waves pounding rock to stone, stone to sand. So what's this then? Of darkness enshrouding an impenetrable

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How do you define liberation when a path seems to open from beginning-less beginnings?

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Something tells me that that the last card is going to be an Ace...

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Whats the difference between sense and sensibility in a realm beyond sense? Beyond thinking, or knowing. Just complete surrender to: THIS Its like trying to hold onto truth when your bathing in the scalding waters of delusion - one arm reaching up and out, up towards eternity, out towards landlessness, believing that somewhere beyond - Gate Gate Pāragate -  beyond the deep waters and moonless

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Crafting a creation of some other vision one in which the truth of dying dolphins, drowning in oil, covered in impermanence leeks out

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Sampling tastes of these spaces between fractal moments she finds its got a slightly bitter bite one we're not so accustomed to we're just all so hooked on sweet and salty when did moments like these ever make sense? there she is again she's standing on that Eastward facing bench looking out towards release karma totality exhaling the vacuum of this earthly plane West. Following the setting

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Explosions on the outside fingers this edge tracing ever so gently the line that rests between here and addications wondering what's beating so hard against the wall Iraq Pakistan Afghanistan Palestine Detroit Santa Fe Old growth grandmothers standing tall yet watching her kin fall You Me Us Them all of it leading into this precise moment of impermeable translation somewhere along the path

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while flying through the sky gazing out the window as we chased the setting sun i discovered there's much too much still to be understood got me thinking about the time i walked away from that rising heat between us and haven't say a word more outside that night the milky way came to a complete standstill mocking those moments languishing between us as we sat there contemplating the vastness 

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stupefied still a bit by the abundance of delusion i let in now looking more clearly past the smoke and mirrors of those cold winter days inhaling the clearing air of breath and mind in this space like while at the ocean at sunrise alone with nothing but a shell and a smile and some blackbirds to welcome me diverging from that desolate dry desert path i awoke one morning and noticed that under

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She began her morning in a sinking blue lake surrounded by white sands. In that time she saw four images standing there, or perhaps floating, she's still not completely sure. Nonetheless, she began the timed descent into meaning. When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was a bloodied set of bones. Eyes gorged out. She wondered what happened. Figured it must have been unearthed.

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Finding ground in a sea of fire of floating skulls and bloodied feet never felt so fitting watching it dripping like wax fallen from the rainbow sky creating illusions out of reality wondering about dreams in this waking time of moths and snakes meandering about searching for their kin their way their truth standing on this side of time one can see that there are realms of multitudes incarnate

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Trying to grasp something never carried me beyond gate gate paragate its like there's always a bridge to cross and as I'm standing over the nebulous waters of the Chama i can still see Scorpius reflecting back into the timeless realms of ancient Greece somehow even through these muddied sands of time deathless now she's standing amongst the banyan grove of truth surrounded by the skulls of the

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Its a letting goof one memoryand then the nextand even though their fragmentedlike the drops of waterfalling from the bucket her and joey used to swing incessantly in circles as kids she's becoming bedfellows with the depths of desires as they fade awayand as the ripples disappear into the shadowsshe finds that this is a possibility for her  tooits not just magic for all the others to do cause

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He came to me in the dark of the night under the street lights of Guadalupe speaking in languages I've never known bestowing blessings upon me unlike any other then shunned by the same world that took his away I told him he's better then this that deep down his language is preserved in his heart of hearts and in his soul of souls lives an old wise man full of survival and power a shaman a

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coyote came to me in the darkness of the desert one night with her she brought words of wisdom laughter tricks "time to complete a cycle" said she as she circled around once twice three times waiting for an opening an unfolding like a lotus just in time for the summer solstice full moon shining bright up above reflecting the faces of sacred land and stone telling stories of ancestral ways

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Remembering that once upon a time there was sense and there was making believe it was time when truth swept me away like those clouds up above under this ferocious western wind blowing trees astry So who's whose who here? And how? What is this realm of don't know and why is it growing exponentially daily? The best part my teacher tells me is that this is where it starts to get interesting "

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its something about order and chaos that keeps me coming back like whats resting in that space between you and i her and that dwindling stream him and those poplar trees whats separating me from you other then space and what of that space is of us anyway? i find a strong sense of connection with the moon cresent waning now becoming whole again like me like you yet empty in this process we are

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she counted them as they fell, lost track after 10 wondering whats the point?

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Life is uncanny. I'm not quite sure what is happening here. Major shifts are abrewing. I can feel it in the high desert air. I can hear it in the company of trees. I can see it in the zipping sound of the Black-Chinned Hummingbirds passing by. This internal process is exponentially increasing. As i begin the journey alongside the moving mountains of timeless beings, i'm realizing that all the

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Its called 15 shots going straight to the heart to control the mind when all he knew of was two toxic metal and mercury seeping into the softest of hearts turning it to stone deepening the meaning of collateral damage how did this war on terror grow into so many forgotten wars never quite expanding into the consciousness of the world Its an IED exploding all around and all you can hear is your

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Words seem to escape when trying to explain this internal landscape. So, here, then seems the best way. A poem. A dedication, a presencing to all there is, touching, embracing, surrounding and loving...   Its astounding to see these trees come up through this Earth below me - the stable structure reaching far and high, yearning for the life giving fire up above. How grass can grow against the

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the direction of molten rock created an contortion of perception covering all she once knew leaving in its wake obsidian and ashes cultivating creation of a new structure worth striving for not unlike the spring time tune of the ranting magpies outside these walls even so underneath it all deep inside she's crossing a great divide and yet still the hardened Earth survives emerging from a

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being with exuberance seems like a solid way to find greater meaning fulfillment and joy activism a sense of autonomy yet realizing true interconnectedness bed-fellows connecting deeper with junipers and spring time grasses being open to the myriad possible present realities existing right here and now maintaining connection to this dharma cultivating this kind of true presence bearing witness to

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Kahlil Gibran on Love When love beckons to you, follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him, Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for

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texas sitting at the base of a majestic mountain gazing into valleys and dips of grace after having passed through the depths of disparaging images capitalism has created this uninhabited land is much welcomed seeing corporate america sprawling through trains filled to the max with plastic shit from sweat shops in china or malyasia or mexico or... seeing these diesel engines cutting through the

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its a deep yearning there somewhere in those cavernous depths of my heart a soul connection discovered transcendent of the distance between us tonight i'm longing for your tender embrace your sweet breath of life the once fierce fires of hypnotic rapture are now settling into the eternal embers before me still popping crackling with quietude and serenity preparing now for a passionate evening

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