Tag: connection
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On the Timefullness of Beauty and Annie Lennox
Timefull Beauty Some say beauty fades with time. Not at all. The Wisdom, insight and presence we earn with the practice of living are beauty’s greatest markers. Close your eyes and listen for the radiance, Open your eyes and see the true nature of beauty. The connection to something deeper which often inspires poems is…
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Perceiving Spirit
Close both eyes; See with the Other one. Cover both ears; Hear with the Other one. Quiet my mind. Open my heart. Peer into infinity. Listen to my body. These senses Perceive my spirit, The true nature of self. Spirit is in all things. I look for it there. Its voice resonates in my body.…
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Prayer Wheels
I want to tell you a story about one of the way-points along the path of my gradual awakening. But I recall, that story has already been told. What follows is a prose poem written while visiting Labrangsi monastery, in the town of Xiahe, China. It’s a Yellow Hat sect, but the monastery is…
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Get Miles Away to find your way home ~ Gomez, Thomas Moore and Tristan
The year 2000 was an extraordinary one. It was the year I wrote and produced my play, Prisoners, which in itself marked several milestones on my spiritual path. And there was this girl. A dark beauty who rekindled my passion for music. Gomez was just one of the bands we caught live that year at…
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Cycling Mantras ~ Establishing Desert Rhythms
Bicycling is among my passions, one of the ways I connect to the world, my body, my being. The rhythm of riding, the cyclical nature of cycling, of spinning the crank arms, to spin a cogset, to spin the chain, so that the wheels spin. Round and round and round in a circle game…the movement…
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I know why you’re crying ~ Orbison & lang know why too
Music is a powerful muse for me, and words often flow from the imagery and emotion which rises as the melody plays out. Less often, the words I’ve written bring a song to mind. This poem was in my thoughts this morning and as the words of it washed over me a melody rose out…
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Nothing Else Matters when Bif Naked is your muse
Bif Naked came into my life in an odd way, the leading edge of a wave of the odd, the uncanny, the revelatory. This song has a lot of meaning for me, coming as it did amidst upheaval, chaos and — ultimately — awakening. And she came right into the middle of something else. I’ve…
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The party has already begun: 2010 in Vancouver and I Believe
They’re here. Turquoise jacketed volunteers and orange vested police converge on the city. They’re here. They’re everywhere. Tomorrow, the world’s biggest winter party and carnival begins in this grey, wet city. Is this the first winter Olympics ever held in a place where the grass is green? Where the vines are sprouting with new growth?…
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Beauty, Cathedrals, Purpose: The Pillars of the Earth
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It wasn’t very far into Ken Follet’s, The Pillars of the Earth before I understood what might be enthralling the people who’ve been telling me I should read it. “Because it will be beautiful,” Tom the Builder answered Prior Philip.