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WAVES

Posted on June 14, 2019 by

Time drifts away,as mist fades on the mountain.The world itself is hardly more substantial.The living water springingfrom life’s fountain runs dry,leaving discarded bonesbleaching in the sun. Molecules of arms and legs and brainare rebels all and would be free againand … Continue reading →

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TAPEWORM

Posted on March 14, 2019 by

God sees with the same eyeyou see with, says Meister Eckhart. Do you live your life,Or does Life live through you? Do you breatheto stay alive,or does the Life-breathbreathe you? Life lives and blossoms through Natureand thus Nature can heal … Continue reading →

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FOOD CHAIN

Posted on February 18, 2018 by

Thoughts feed feelings. It cannot tell the difference between a real snake and an imagined snake. Fear stifles its breathing accelerates its heartbeat and makes it sweat. The pretty girl in your imagination or pornographic video produce the same reaction … Continue reading →

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GET UNSTUCK

Posted on February 12, 2018 by

Leaves from the Tree of Life; brown and withered, dried with growing old, dislodged by the touch of Time; or green, with veins still swelling with rising sap, torn free by an untimely wind. What are they, these dancing treasures? … Continue reading →

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GET UNSTUCK

Posted on August 7, 2017 by

Leaves from the Tree of Life; brown and withered, dried with growing old, dislodged by the touch of Time; or green, with veins still swelling with rising sap, torn free by an untimely wind. What are they, these dancing treasures? … Continue reading →

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GET UNSTUCK

Posted on February 10, 2016 by

Leaves from the Tree of Life; brown and withered, dried with growing old, dislodged by the touch of Time; or green, with veins still swelling with rising sap, torn free by an untimely wind. What are they, these dancing treasures? … Continue reading →

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