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Protected: dance
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Grasp
if only we could grasp what flightless things these lives of men and women really are then would we see that stones are liquid and we thinner than thought spun drunk cocoons termed life
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and Was
and Was is such a strange unfathomable I learned this morning at seven-thirty you died yesterday and Was this vacuum you left behind for me, subtle and wide like the shadow on the north side of a building refleshed in some small way the wounds of shadows past im learning this body memorized what death…
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dying to dance
Everywhere around us the wilderness seems to writhe under a cacophony of competing lives. “It’s a dog eat dog world out there.” – is sometimes served up as the pabulum explanation. And yet .. . there is this common thread running through so many of the philosophical approaches to having “the good life.” That thread would…
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Eternal
I am moved by the feeling, of the thinking, of the breathing, of the now-ing knowing . . . feeling, that to know some little sliver of a universal truth, something eternal∞ .. . that by knowing that, we can taste just a bit of the cosmos from which we spring (tasting then, just a…
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