Let’s Taste it,,,,

Let’s Taste it,,,,

      Mahalos Kerri,...

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My Life to Live Over

My Life to Live Over

I’d like to make more mistakes next time.  I’d relax. I would limber up. I would be sillier than I have been this trip.  I would take more chances. I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers. I would eat more ice cream and less beans. I would perhaps have more actual troubles, but I’d have fewer imaginary ones You see, I’m one of those people who live sensibly and...

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Re-Branding God

Re-Branding God

“Philosopher Robert Anton Wilson proposed that the single greatest contribution to world peace would come from there being over six billion different religions — a unique spiritual path for each person on the planet. The Beauty and Truth Lab urges you to get started on doing your part to make this happen. What will your religion be called? What rituals will you perform ? Write down your...

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A Yogi’s Welcome

A Yogi’s Welcome

Please allow your stories to be left at the door with your shoes. You may pick them up if you really want them on your way back out. They are not required to enter here. Kiss your ego and allow it to be still. As you achieve your comfortable seated posture and consciously take in your next breath, Also take in this assurance… There is no need to achieve anything here… There is no need to...

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May I taste something sacred

May I taste something sacred

“May a good vision catch me May a benevolent vision take hold of me, and move me May a deep and full vision come over me, and burst open around me May a luminous vision inform me, enfold me. May I awaken into the story that surrounds, May I awaken into the beautiful story. May the wondrous story find me; May the wildness that makes beauty arise between two lovers arise beautifully between...

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Where Does the Dance Begin, Where Does It End?

Where Does the Dance Begin, Where Does It End?

The sun the dragonfly and me – by linaji Don’t call this world adorable, or useful, that’s not it. It’s frisky, and a theater for more than fair winds. The eyelash of lightning is neither good nor evil. The struck tree burns like a pillar of gold. But the blue rain sinks, straight to the white feet of the trees whose mouths open. Doesn’t the wind, turning in circles,...

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