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Imagine What

Imagine what the world looks like right now: a mass illusion wrapped up in a dream. There are no other lands or hidden gods, nor unconnected causes or effects. What would you change or wish you could improve, in just … Continue reading

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Bodhisattva

There is no trying: Either you are a Buddha or you are not One. Once past duality there is no more “in training”; linear time ends, and everything is connected as Everything. There is nothing else. Just you and the … Continue reading

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Morning Dogs: choka

The scrabble of claws across the linoleum: waking with the dogs. At the first hint of morning, they are ready to go. Forget your sleeping. The moment your body stirs, their insistence starts. Outside, outside! they clamor, until you do … Continue reading

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Lines from Our Epitaph: chant royal

’Tis morning, for the cock at dawn has crowed; and in the bustle of the waking day each wipes away the sleep and takes their load from where it slept – and moves along their way. Some burdens may seem … Continue reading

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The Wild Wonder: chant

I am the soft and silent spring that well-oiled, whispers while it winds; I am the scent of somber smoke that wisps its wild way through the wood; I am the gentle grasp of green that in the spring succors … Continue reading

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Round Again: chanso

And so around again: the how, the where, the when; could be and might have been; the raven or the wren. The sword versus the pen: in battles now and then it’s hard to tell who wins; the line is … Continue reading

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The River: cautionary verse

These questions that you warn me not to ask, they do not simply fade away unsaid; and while your tacit threat may chill my bones, it will not stop me, until I am dead. What good is bullying, and idle … Continue reading

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