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Always for the first timeHardly do I know you by sightYou return at some hour of the night to a house at an angle to my windowA wholly imaginary houseIt is there that from one second to the nextIn the inviolate darknessI anticipate once more the fascinating rift occurringThe one and only riftIn the facade…
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For those who have been on a spiritual path, the “Dark night of the Soul” is a term that they might not only be familiar with but also an experience that has defined the rest of their lives and the way they relate to the world and themselves. The most challenging and demanding energetically, emotionally,…
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BY JOHN DONNE I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then? But sucked on country pleasures, childishly? Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers’ den? ’Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be. If ever any beauty I did see, Which I desired, and got,…
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I have always lived with the feeling that something miraculous is about to happen to me. That at any corner, know or unknown, I will meet with an experience that will have me bewildered.That I am about to do something extraordinary. I didn’t reach this mindset because I had an easy path but because I…
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I feel this feeling I have felt before. I feel it and it’s as alive in me as it was 10 years ago. Or 15. Or 1000. There is no way for me to describe it. There are no words. But it’s there and I have never felt more at home. I remember myself looking…
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Give yourself away to everything that crashes into you. All the pain, the bad, the shame, the quilt, and the insecurity.You mustn’t forget that while the ego does not accept all the things you went through or still go through, you are part of a bigger plan. Accept the things you can not change knowing…
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I can smell home. I can see it with my heart’s eye. Old moments, scents, conversations. Warm embraces. Christmas, Easter, funerals, and weddings. All together. Mingled, swirling in my chest like a torch.All the sunset skies my eyes have witnessed, the fervor of the late dances. The brandy and winemaking. The corn fields, my grandmother’s…
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“I will ask for nothing. Only for you to allow me to silently witness your world from afar. And when you fall asleep, meet me on the edge of your bed, take me out from a dream, and keep me in your embrace for a minute, a moment, or even less. Enough for me to…