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Her body slouched because it could not yell
and limping towards the chair, helplessly stretched limbless
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Utterances crash into a wave of a chant,
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Not a stasis
but a weightless linger
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SHIFTS IN THE SKY POUR HONEY FROM THE SUN
AS CLOUDS FROM INDUSTRIAL TOMBS MORPH INTO ASCENT
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I remember the bloody pomegranates in India
and now i just stare at grey-grid asphalt roads and
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Living Relationship with the Water
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SILENCE: Be quiet and still still still
silent and listen silent and listen,
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All the flies have transformed somehow
To be a grand new testament to the virtue
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A hopeful pilgrimage, a desperate trek
a trip-tripping stumble
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there is this girl here.
And the mystery of her body is unfortunately
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Vipassana:: an uprooting from a life, a lifestyle, that exists singularily, full of itself, full of its own time, its...
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A flutter of leaves in the wind
sounding like rain.
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So I made a decision for most of March to just dabble in some meditation, to see how it would open up within my heart. I had few expectations and chose to not engage in any literature to keep my impressions direct and real fo
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focus focus focus :::
here meets your thiurd eye
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I am still waiting for that culture shock. The waves of uncertainty to floor me
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As I was wrapped in the Sari, I felt closer
to the woman I could have been.
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At once
I am both subject and object.
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i had not wished to find myself in a situation where i would yearn yearn yearn
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Just an interruption,
just a small fissure in my deep whole
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On the peripheries of the highway stand autumnal figures
in their evolution from naive green hues.
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To feel myself so fated, to feel
hardly able to hold myself to believe
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I think my heart sunk a fraction of its weight
to know he thinks little of any 'thing' that is there.
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It makes a stone heart easy to turn away with a cool blue hue;
possessing a peaceful passage of blood
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The sighs were deep of the wind that sung to me.
led me to a river that drew to a pool.
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After a day in silence, in studies; following books, quiet prayers to bygone eras, old lovers, livers, thinkers; after self reflection and
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I tried to focus in my chair but instead fixated was i on
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It feels a little sad today, and
the air to breathe, it tastes somewhat strange
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What Qualities do i recognize in myself to have, what i should accept about myself, what do i think i am lying about?
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An emphasis in depth!
To measure the truly voluptuous state-of-being:
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Just Existing does not seem to be enough. That Just Being
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A pace that outran even the beat of hearts palpitating, palpitating, pulpy
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everything looks better from a distance
not 10 feet away but
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