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Be Here Now, Or Don’t Be

Think about this, now:being here right here, there is nobeing somewhere else.What you “want” doesn’t matter; wish in one hand, as they say. If you choose elsewhereas the place where you must be,you’re not here at all.And where does that … Continue reading

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The Presence of Today

We either seek to view the world today through some past generation’s worn and tired lens, or try to filter what is past and gone with some new, modern sensibility. In either case, the picture loses sense; we only see … Continue reading

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Let Loose: hir a thoddaid

Let loose the chains that bind you to the past; though they restrict, they cannot hold you fast. The future is not set; no die is cast. Whatever plans and schemes you make, don’t last; tomorrow’s rain and sun mind … Continue reading

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This is the Morning: gwawdodyn

This is the morning of the first day; nothing much remains of yesterday except some dust in the clay on the wheel, a flew flecks of shadow in the gray. This is the morning of moving on; what happens now … Continue reading

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What Happens Next

What makes reality ever so puzzling that vain attempting to just pin it down becomes a deception ensnared in illusion, naught but a fleeting smile behind a frown? What then of fantasy? Will we think ecstasy merely a distraction from … Continue reading

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Wanting what you have vs having what you want

I paraphrase the Dalai Lama a bit here, but the gist of it is that most of the world focuses on having what you want— which is a constant state of acquisition, of needing to augment with more, of rampant … Continue reading

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Samadhi

Fumbling to ecstacy One nerve cell at a time Approaching some nirvana Piecemeal, by the inch, sublime At the end of fingertips Extended like a drawl Until the whole skin breathes in each moment’s alcohol From the toes along the … Continue reading

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