It Is That Time of the Year Again. {prose poetry}
It is the end of the year in which you were reminded of what it was, how it was, how it felt, how it shaped your understanding of today.
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The Miscarriage: Ebba’s Woe Is in Us All. {Poetry}
Ebba looked into the white ground, gleaming back at her like a dish of salt, the only reflection she saw being her sorrow.
Celestial Eyes: Memory of Encounters Past. {poetry}
I’ve always believed in some sort of ‘meant to be’, and by that, I mean that there is more to our encounters than meets the eye.
For Idoru: The Turquoise City Girl. {poetry}
I raise my head and I meet the most beautiful turquoise color there is in the Universe, spread throughout the skies above my city.
Coincidences Are Not Coincidences: My Shadow and I. {poetry}
I must face my shadow side if I am to evolve into what the Bodhisattva poet-warrior of loving kindness 7th-century Buddhist monk Shantideva describes below.
The Shades of Missing You. {excerpt}
You loved how I growled because I kept them away from us. Until I crumbled alone. Until I bit. Until you bled. Losing you taught me the fragility of trust.
Passage of Pieces: We Sewed with Our Words. {poetry}
I asked him how he perceived the beauty of creation from his place of darkness. With few words, he showed me that light can exist as much within as without.
All Roads End, Even Circular Ones. {poetry}
She would turn to him and say, "Goodbye, my lover of many lifetimes. Now I must take another road." And she was gone. All roads end.
Can We Meet Each Other Fully in Our Love? {poetry}
Can you meet me here with love? Will you be afraid? Will you open yourself with truth and walk the path to my heart which I have laid bare for you?
An Infinity of Now in All Space and All Time. {poetry}
Now is a moment richly endowed with the sum total of all of the nows entangled in the quantum expanse that is an infinity of now in all space and time.
!["You must have a room, or a certain hour or so a day, where you don’t know what was in the newspapers that morning, you don’t know who your friends are, you don’t know what you owe anybody, you don’t know what anybody owes to you. This is a place where you can simply experience and bring forth what you are and what you might be. This is the place of creative incubation. At first you may find that nothing happens there. But if you have a sacred place and use it, something eventually will happen. […]
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Our life has become so economic and practical in its orientation that, as you get older, the claims of the moment upon you are so great, you hardly know where the hell you are, or what it is you intended. You are always doing something that is required of you. Where is your bliss station? You have to try to find it." #JosephCampbell #RebelleSociety
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Happy Monday, Rebel! What's your bliss station today? ❤](http://scontent-dfw5-2.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-15/sh0.08/e35/s640x640/80006255_3335064936520499_8943008855071934994_n.jpg?_nc_ht=scontent-dfw5-2.cdninstagram.com&_nc_cat=111&_nc_ohc=EoUTyxGW8egAX_AaYzI&oh=c579e2e85e07a492d998675f7472f312&oe=5EB30A58 "\"You must have a room, or a certain hour or so a day, where you don’t know what was in the newspapers that morning, you don’t know who your friends are, you don’t know what you owe anybody, you don’t know what anybody owes to you. This is a place where you can simply experience and bring forth what you are and what you might be. This is the place of creative incubation. At first you may find that nothing happens there. But if you have a sacred place and use it, something eventually will happen. […]
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Our life has become so economic and practical in its orientation that, as you get older, the claims of the moment upon you are so great, you hardly know where the hell you are, or what it is you intended. You are always doing something that is required of you. Where is your bliss station? You have to try to find it.\" #JosephCampbell #RebelleSociety
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Happy Monday, Rebel! What's your bliss station today? ❤")
