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sorrow

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...........
i am sorrow

the lost

gathering at the foot of desperation

making offerings to nothing

offering everything

we are

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a whisper speaks much more than a shout

silence says everything

..........

we are love

dying on the vine

the uneaten fruit

of labors long forgotten

we are space

the inbetween of things

writing fiction on post it notes

that just wont stick

but cover our wounds nontheless

we are cruel

cruel of the wind that tears

through skin

kiss my ass brain!!!! I love you

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what is helpful to share and what is a hindrence? this is tough question. well I would say its a tough question with no available answer ( to me as of yet ) but the comprehension of it gets a little easier. why are all the great masters mostly silent?

defined by the wind

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Three crows in a tree

revealed themselves to be

a raven haired woman

with dark lips

this very morn

she stood before me

glowing white skin

the eyes of a storm

and screamed

a scream that entered me

shrill though it seemed

I was immediately lost in a dream

black and white beach

warm sand

overcast

light wind, choppy waves

order and chaos

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Love is your saddle, darkess the spurs, light the reigns.

What is it about darkness that causes us to hate it so? Is it the darkness itself? What does it mean for something to be evil? Are darkness and fear the same thing? Is it possible that love and fear exist outside darkness and light?

Rhetorically speaking

poem from mothers funeral

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I carry you with me,
A ghost inside
And in these shattered arms,
You're still alive.
I carry you with me,
A holy shrine
And dogs and angels follow
Right behind.

-Heather Nova

days of the queen

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glowing white path

unrolled through the forest

walk down

the heart of life within storm

the heart of storm within life

follow the path

unveil yourself

waves only bother those on the surface

release

descend through the static

deep into the river

your own life born of your own womb

mothers of the world

cry for yourselves no longer

mothers of the world

open for suggestions

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my dream last night.....

powerful and simple article on Kundalini

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Yogi Bhajan, master of white tantric and kundalini yoga started teaching in America in January 1969. He is the director of Spiritual Education. for the Healthy, Happy, Holy organisation (3HO), which has expanded to over 100 centres teaching Kundalini yoga throughout the world.

edgar cayce chant of receptivity

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There are three chambers within the human body: abdominal, cardio-pulmonary, and cranial. A resonant sounding within these chambers vibrates the endocrine glands that correspond to the chakras. Changing the sounding as one progresses causes the vibration to rise up the body from the lower to the higher chakras through the kundalini pathway.

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