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infinite space and light
Vale, sweet, uncompromising Clara. We are eternally grateful. ~ Awakened awareness without trace of thought is the triumph of the sole One. Be aware that you are. Be aware that you are aware, right...
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I’m out of my mind
there I was in the grip of grimness in the midst of this glorious rainforest self-loathing had its garrote around my throat and depression urged it to finish the job the cackling clockwork chorus was...
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an innocent, dry-eyed, whole-hearted presence
[Although this little piece was written a month ago, circumstances around internet access have delayed its posting. I’m three weeks late, but how relevant is time when it comes to love?] Last month,...
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it never ends!
a dream was born of love like a flower, budding in the field of time it swelled, spread its petals shared its perfume with complete abandon smiled under the sun’s kisses was tossed by many a foul storm...
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ode to the great mother
A poem for Mothers’ Day. ODE TO THE GREAT MOTHER by Han Marie Stiekema I’ve had three teachers My Indian Guru Life and the Great Mother The first transmitted me the Light Through life I was...
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a little prayer for the solstice
For most readers of this little blog, it’s the summer solstice that will be celebrated today. But for those of us in the lands south of the Equator, today is the shortest day, the darkest day of the...
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on labyrinths, grace and the via creativa
When the new issue of the online magazine ONE : the magazine was published, I felt happy, humbled and honored to be the featured artist. The text I contributed to accompany a gallery of images of my...
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emptiness blossomed as bliss
yesterday those eyes (darkly luminous, utterly empty) looked into my heart again and finding no watchman at the door they waltzed right in, blessed the space, and emptiness blossomed as bliss oh...
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joy in spite of all
A weary angel prepares for the season of joy; prepares its spirit to fly and sing joyfully. IN SPITE OF ALL . . In spite of all. Homemade heartfelt joy - ORGANICALLY GROWN. The work of angels. The...
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may life have its way with you
May Life have its incomprehensible way with you, and may you have the courage to welcome It to embrace It as you would your hungry body’s perfect lover May you be reunited with the innocent...
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please take these offerings
They often sneak up on me at this time of the year – a gaggle of words-wanting-shared. Yes, it’s birthday time – not a blog birthday, but another tick in the annual count for she-who-scribbles while...
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the altar of this moment
A beautiful poem for a Sunday: The Altar of this Moment by Dorothy Hunt. For Simone, who was gratefulness and generosity embodied. And who left us seven days ago. Reblogged with gratitude from the...
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here is where the vista opens
This post is a loving tribute to Joan Ruvinsky, who left us on March 21 in Montreal. Just prior to Christmas, Joan wrote a newsletter note about the preciousness of the moment. I’m glad I kept it,...
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grief is a shower of grace
On October 23, 2009, I wrote a post called the gift of grief: Seven months since she spun out of her solar orbit and left my life. Well, appeared to leave my life. What a cruel lie it is … Continue...
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When the inevitability of one’s life-package and its path becomes evident and one realises that nothing could possibly be other-than-it-is, the sweetest awe and appreciation flood into the space left...
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On embracing aliveness without complications; sinking into stillness; letting go into just THIS Continue reading →
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Hafiz: Now is the time to know that all that you do is sacred. Continue reading →
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there’s no time like the Present to have a good cry When the courage (le cœur: heart, French) to sit still and see what might bubble up from the heart’s cauldron finds us – and finds us innocent of...
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I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought; and that gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder. There is at the back of all our lives an abyss of light, more blinding and...
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