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artwork by csanad hornok It seems to me that it is quite easy to think that we know best of all and that we understand how everything works and that we have a handle on... More »
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When people arrive in Blogspace And come online Their seemingly static and inanimate avatars Light up alive And glow golden Every time I refresh my view I can see someone come Online Or go Offline... More »
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Wanting peace? Acceptance is the key to that door. Inclusive and understanding. Receiving. Being-still-in-the-moment. Total acceptance. To yearn and to seek is to struggle. And to struggle is to fight, and to fight is to... More »
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As mentioned previously in earlier blog entries, I gave up coffee drinking years and years ago. Too, too many up-until-3am-philosophical-discussions-on-the-meaning-of-everything-and-nothing cup of Joe's at Manhattan diners followed by days without sleep and intestinal pains closely... More »
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If you find me. And I’m certain that you can. Because you can. You changed my life. I want you to know that. My life is not the same. Because I have known you. Because... More »
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Swiftly, I am accepting the nothing. Feels so good. All the pillowy nothing. Cradling my rising distracted skyscraper thoughts. In the at once I am venturing concurrent to the breath. Trekking eon steps beyond the... More »
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Like the seasons, it is an inevitable sequence of events. Life’s heart-wrenching disappointments and blistering bitter pills dissolve us helplessly into molten puddles of formless gold and person. Thank God for the dear honest friends... More »
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Norah was exceedingly hot. She could not sleep. The boiling flames of her imaginary mental bouillon licked at her daily drowsiness like angry pitchforks, prodding her on in tortured moment-by-moment awake-ness. What she wouldn’t do... More »
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One of my favorite jobs ever! Throwing spaghetti and getting cream pie in the face for three whole days... love it! :) •••••••••••
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I’ve noticed that many people in modern spiritual circles hotly desire to deftly cruise the celestial byways, expertly dream in lucid Technicolor and regularly communicate with ethereal beings from alternate planes of immaterial existence. I... More »
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