A Song for the Search

A Song for the Search

…And the song rang out ‘midst the silence of the lodge I have sat in the pews of hundreds of churches Praised your name-Praised your name I have greeted Mecca more times than I can remember I have sat in the Zen-do with Buddha And you came you came So many sutras I’ve sung And posed ten thousand asana You were there Before I channeled the avatar- You counseled, “I am with you...

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Balanced Objectivity

Balanced Objectivity

“I’ve found a nice balance between living like someone who has overdosed on delusional optimism and someone who thinks everything and everyone sucks. I can see things as they really are instead of through either rose-colored glasses or crap-colored glasses.” “That means I can cultivate true objectivity, not the fake cynical kind. I free myself from negative emotional...

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Sleeping Beauty

Sleeping Beauty

I look forward to the moment beauty is my own conceived easily like yellow dipped trees, a lazy dog the afternoon pillow of a lover’s chest when beauty is memorized and not a plea taken at the face value of Hollywood What is beauty anyway, but a shoulder to count on when others can’t see me in visual context it is perfect complexity, me entirely rather than in pieces of cheekbone, lip,...

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Your purpose….

Your purpose….

Your purpose on earth is to take any and all appearances of fear, lack, and limitation, and demonstrate to yourself and others that none of them have reality or power over you. —– Seek life. Feel life. Know life. Live life. Love life. Give life. Be life. —– What you condemn you continue. Focus on where you want to go rather than what you want to get away...

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Control? – HA!

Control? – HA!

“If everything seems under control,” said auto racer Mario Andretti, “you’re probably not moving fast enough.” I second that emotion. It applies to the entire human race, which is swirling through evolutionary tipping points at an accelerating speed. But it’s doubly apropos for you spiritual freedom fighters and renegade bodhisattvas, because you’re the...

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Wild Geese

Wild Geese

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 your despair and I will tell you mine Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile, the sun and clear pebbles of the rain Are moving across the landscape Over the prairies and the deep trees, The mountains...

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