Practice

Practice

Practice the arts of attention and listening. Practice renewing yourself every day. Practice meandering toward the center of every place. Practice the ritual of reading sacred texts. Practice gratitude and praise-singing. — Zi Zhang and...

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On a Day When the Wind is Perfect

On a Day When the Wind is Perfect

Homeward Bound by Linaji On a day when the wind is perfect, the sail just needs to open and the world is full of beauty. today is such a day. My eyes are like the sun that makes promises; the promise of life that it always keeps each morning. The living heart gives to us as does that luminous sphere, both caress the earth with great tenderness. There is a breeze that can enter the soul. This love...

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I Have Come Into this World to See…

I Have Come Into this World to See…

I have come into this world to see this: The sword drop from men’s hands even at the height of their arc of anger Because we have finally realized there is just one flesh to wound…… I have come into this world to see this: All creatures hold hands as we pass through this miraculous existence we share on the way to even a greater being of soul, a being of just ecstatic light,...

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I, Me Wed….

I, Me Wed….

…There’s another kind of holy matrimony we should make room for: one that climaxes not with the oath, “With this ring, I thee wed,” but rather, “With this ring, I me wed.” We need a ritual for getting married to oneself. Is that something you’re interested in? Do you have the nerve to go that far to prove your love? Are you ready to give yourself with...

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The Sad Game

The Sad Game

Blame Keeps the sad game going It keeps stealing all your wealth- Giving it to an imbecile with no financial skills. Dear one, Wise Up. —-  Hafiz Click on image to purchase...

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Awareness

Awareness

Although I’m aging my retinas still see in living color a few electromagnetic waves but just those from .4 to .7 millimicrons- that is, from what we call red to what we call blue . And, I’m happy to say, my tympanic membranes still hear a few waves amidst the acoustical ocean. Some we call a Bach. I can’t explain how I taste certain molecular structures, but I do, and so it is...

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