Tag: CosmicMuse
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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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Aware Always
If I were a seed, asleep in the soil, Which sense would awaken the life in my soul? Each evening cycle of cooling condensation, Each morning welcoming warming dew, Which feeling would cause me to say to myself “it is time to stretch, to yawn, and open the gifts of life I received from my…
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Why is it sacred?
A person is a mystery in a universe unfolding. The time it takes to enter space, explore the grace, win the race, remember all the faces, forgive all of the disgraces, celebrate and leave no traces… well, T.S. Elliot said it all so well: There will be time, there will be time To prepare a…
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A World That Works for EveryWeb
Grandmother spider is considered the weaver of the stories which create the living world by the original people of America. Her web, which shimmers with dew and light each morning, is considered the dream catcher, the mirror of the awakening mind which can still remember the spirit’s journey during sleep the previous night. In a…
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Forces of Nature
Passing each NOW in a fog of loving mystery Soaking warmth together in bath of sudsy harmony. Planners wait, Dancers mate, Watchers Celebrate The fleeting flirting forever precious N:OW. If it were me empowered by decree To set each atom of infinity On each endless lifetime journey My wish, my will, my prayer would be…
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Time=Love
If it were mine, I’d stretch and paint Time. I’d sing a song of vast vibrations, inspiring spirals to cluster. I’d mix dark and light forming every element, discovering every luster. I’d cobble a brush made of gaseous stardust and dapple the pallet with stars. I’d throw it in lumps on a spinning wheel. I’d…
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Inspect Reflect Respect Inflect Dissect Connect Correct Check
Poetry begins this way. Interesting words, names, clever meaning, rhyming to remember better… I am reminded of a time I told the story of the Solar System, as the newest planet was stripped of his planetary status. From its discovery in 1930 until 2006, Pluto was classified as a planet. In the late 1970s, following…
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Mutant from the Future
I sometimes wonder, are my thoughts fantasies or premonitions? Do they create reality or do I simply report from a time yet to come to an audience who has no idea we are going. Such are the reflections of a seed dreamer. Thinking poetically as I do, I am reminded that my sense of normal…
TimeIsArt 
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