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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...
There is Nothing to Achieve

There is Nothing to Achieve

We are enough… Nature shows me this: it just IS. The purpose of the flower is to be a flower. The purpose of the bird is to be a bird. The purpose of the tree is to be a tree… Naturally, without strain, the flower gives scents and colours, the bird offers...
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...