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Poem – The Mountains Voice We See and Do Not Hear
Mountain of snow against the darkening sky drifts from vision and becomes the lost peak of legend. Mountain shadow swallows the valley, consuming trees and river, the last drops of light. What secrets does the mountain take from the day into the night? When the ravens fall silent, when the wind scatters, returning to its…
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Poem – When Darkness Becomes All That We Know
Grey infused frozen water consumes the last light before the fields darken. Distant planets follow me from dawn until dusk and a new world emerges where I have become one with beings and energy I do not understand yet make sense at levels I did not know existed. I left my field years before I…
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Thoughts on the Empty Field
I have written a bit about the concept of an empty field and what this means spiritually, mentally, and physically to myself as a wandering soul, a student of this life struggling to relate and come to terms with previous lives. The empty field is the essence of the mind and energy transferred to a…
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Poem – Memories
On the cusp between two worlds the fine edge we walk through each day. One world filled with the memories we choose to keep. The other filled with what we have left behind. In the current understanding time is a persistent reference a way to communicate and exist within this space. But memories operate independently…
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Poem – Fragments of the person
(1) Washed with silent words spoken by creatures of the day and night I let go and slept in their midst while the sky turned and the sun left this space beyond the trees. (2) In the depths of dreams I saw the clouds move slowly across the empty fields and at the beginning or…
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Poem – Far Reaches
At the end of this journey I stood before the bursting stars and bathed in the energy and light. I cupped matter in my hands and I drank the elements. Time did not exist and I knew nothing of time. There was no separation. There was no boundary. I became one with myself. I returned…
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Poem – Welcome
Tears fall upon the lotus growing near the red water. A robed figure walks the dirt path from the bay carrying a full bucket not one drop is spilled as they descend a hill leading to the monastery. ~ Trees give up their leaves to the earth, the earth gives the leaves to animals, what…
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Poem – To No One
I sat down to write what’s consuming my mind day in and day out. I thought on the state of the world the wars, the drought, the famine – the social and environmental issues that continue to plague all beings. I thought about what can we do I thought about what can I do. What…
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Enra – Pleiades
A cherographed music, dance, and light number that truly is an extension, a bridge from here to where we came from. A beautiful peace that amazed me with how the dancers interacted with the light and the story being told. More information at http://enra.jp
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May 2014 Issue of Shambhala Sun
Just read three wonderful articles in the latest issue of Shambhala Sun that I wanted to share. Going Full Superman, by Koun Franz A look at superheroes and the most important trait they can teach us: selflessness. The Dharma of Distraction, by Judy Lief Why do we allow ourselves to be distracted? Are we afraid…