Remembering all that has passed moon dance the biggest release of the year every full moon is a release release everything that doesn’t serve me Compassion and Grace – big love and big mercy graciousness in the face of suffering don’t turn your face away from the pain life offers us – we are all Read more about The time of Remembering[…]
look at your hands your beautiful useful hands you’re not an ape you’re not a parrot you’re not a slow loris or a smart missile you’re human not british not american not israeli not palestinian you’re human Read more about Human Beings[…]
There are beautiful wild forces within us Let them turn the mills inside.And fillsacks that feed evenheaven GOD WOULD KNEEL DOWN I think God might be a little prejudiced. For once He asked me to join him on walk. through this world and we gazed into every heart on this earth And I noticed He Read more about WILD FORCES[…]
As the daytime temperature dips below 15 degrees and before the nighttime temperature dips below 5 degrees
The clocks change and the last bright fruit jewel baubles adorn the tree
Fight against injustice enquiry The Bhagavad Gita http://jan.ucc.nau.edu/~jsa3/362/notes/The%20Bhagavad%20Gita.htm The Bhagavad Gita, “The Song of the Lord,” is the chief devotional text of most Indians. This text is part of a larger epic of Mahabharata, an ancient story that took literary form between the fifth BCE and third century CE. The Gita refers to dharma, which is the right ordering Read more about Bhagavad Gita[…]
Compose, composition. Arrange, put together, construct notes to form music thoughts to keep/ maintain state of mind/ being. Centered as thomas Cromwell in wolf hall to stay, place, gather, order? Equanimity of your being/ energy. self-possession, self-control. calmness, settled. Stability, steadiness equanimity. even/level/balanced animus undisturbed by emotions that may cause others to lose the balance Read more about Composure[…]
Beautiful, marvellous, magnificent
Take me by the hand and walk me out of this hole. this hole of despair. keep whispering in my ear. and moving me forward one step at a time. The muscles in my face ache the ones I use to keep the mask in place. The muscles in my shoulders throb. my hands are Read more about My lost words[…]
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