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When I Have Forgotten

When I Have Forgotten

The illusion of separation… When I have forgotten that I am not my egoI am not my pastI am not my storiesI am not my thoughtsI am not my emotionsI am not my personalityI am not my conditioningI am not my identifications… the slow flowing breath,its gentle touch...
Unveiled. What happens when…

Unveiled. What happens when…

…you lean into the howling wind and let Him blow your world wide open till all answers and questions are gone; …you stand with the tree and sense your own roots and trunk, branches and fruits; …you lie on the earth and feel kinship and belonging,...
Too Civilized

Too Civilized

so white the walls no dirt no curves no leaves that fall into my tea. a raised and white toilet bowl to pee. my toes so clean no ants or things between my hair and feet. I miss the dirt the curves the open space I miss that leaves fall into my tea. I know where I...
It’s Beyond Your Fears

It’s Beyond Your Fears

The fire it speaks,what is it you seek?It’s behind your fearit’s now, it’s here. The fire it speaks,what is it you seek?It’s behind your fearsit’s inside your tears. In the dark of your wombin the pulse of your heartin the sound of your tunein your passionate art. The...
The Yoga Mat as Magic Carpet

The Yoga Mat as Magic Carpet

Taking Stress and Competition off the Yoga Mat Whenever I come onto my mat, into my practice, it’s like going on a journey. A journey through body, mind, heart and breath-connection; a journey of presence and body-enjoyment. The yoga mat is my magic carpet and offers...