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Watch & Roses
A Time to Remember & Time to Forget In the heat of Costa Rica, I listened via radio to the diamond heart meditation being offered by the Great Teacher for the blessing of all sentient beings in this world and all others. As heat and light engulfed me, I sank into the stillness of my…
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Peter Fae and Friend
“Come into the Mythica” he beckons me As I offer King Peter a cup of tea In a kitchen we share under roof, under moon, Under stars not visible in the afternoon. “Perhaps tomorrow will not be too soon” Is my unspoken answer to this dancer’s tune. I am wary and weary right now, We are tense.…
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Lac Du Santuaire (Lake of Sanctuary)
From the window we watched the heavy rain, and counted less than a second after a shockingly bright and then loud bolt of thunder. Not long after came sirens and flashing red lights on the road that surrounds our lake.
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Waiting to Matter
There is an old story about a happy fisherman. He wakes up before dawn every day, excited to head out to his boat on the river in his own back yard and spend the day fishing. In this way, his life is filled with joy, and plenty to eat, feed his family, even his friends from…
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Gaia Speak in the language of Animals
From a dream I learned two new things. I am held in the arms of love by the mother of all creatures. One of my dear siblings, a snake, is angry with me, so much so she tried to bite me in rage, and died in the effort, puking out a small blood clot from her…
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Calling All Ancestors Sleeping in the Past
My stories emerge from parts unknown to teach me something new to remember. Memory, the greatest teacher, hopes to entertain and celebrate, but more importantly, to learn what may help me avoid new mistakes. Reflecting on pains and sorrows of the past may in fact bring new pains and new sorrows. After all, healing often…
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Grief Sorrow
Is there no time for me in this brief stretch of grace to relax in the arms of my beloved’s embrace and know there is paradise growing securely… to look out at the seeds I have sewn to cure the fears of the days with my spirit determined to lift up this world which is…
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She sleeps raw everyday
There is a girl who sleeps under flowers in a field that sees all the lights of stars. The flowers of this field are the homes of many bees, especially those who like quiet time for their personal thoughts. Each lady bee visits each flower each day, finding sweet pollen to eat and carry back…
TimeIsArt
Sun's Poetic Reflections on Time, Dreams & Memories
TimeIsArt 