poetry
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The Sacred Lies Within
The sacred lies within everything; within the silence, within the noise, within yourself. When being faced with things that are all too 3rd dimensional for me, where do I go? How can I return to the Source that I’m already within? … I hear a faint radio playing oldies somewhere…
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The more the days seem to pass,
the more I enjoy the gray. Yesterday, I laid out on my balcony to bask in the sun, read a book, and let Haku feel the warm air. Today we both lay in front of the door while I write this to you and she rests. The sounds of rain…
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Aim for source
Master the mind, Master the senses, Master the waves of the Sea; Then only, will you truly know the Universe. —N.
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I’m walking, I’m traveling
I’m walking, I’m traveling. I’ve been here since the beginning; since the first time my words met your eyes and eventually were mouthed on your lips. I’ve been walking for a while now; traveling on foot. They ask why I don’t get a car; What’s the point? I can’t get…
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There’s a place and time for everything,
even late night posts. It may be something in the air, or something in the planes beyond, but anxiety has been hanging around me lately. Not for any particular reason, by the way, just the fact that I feel there’s so much to do and so little time. Do nothing,…