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“Et in Arcadia ego“ At the twilight, a moon appeared in the sky; Then it landed on earth to look at me. Like a hawk stealing a bird at the time of prey; That moon stole me and rushed back into the sky. I looked at myself, I did not see me anymore; For in that moon, my body turned as fine as soul. The nine spheres disappeared in that moon; The ship of my existence drowned in that sea.…

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The Ridge…

“Probably the central concept of shamanism, wherever in the world it is found, is the notion that underlying all the visible forms in the world, animate and inanimate, there lies a vital essence from which they emerge and by which they are nurtured. Ultimately everything returns to this ineffable, mysterious impersonal unknown…” -Douglas Sharon, Wizard of the Four Winds: A Shaman’s Story Today’s entry was originally started on November 2nd. It has taken that long to finalize it. I get…

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Phil Davies

Prelude: For your sake, I hurry over land and water: For your sake, I cross the desert and split the mountain in two, And turn my face from all things, Until the time I reach the place Where I am alone with You.” _______________ Kill Me, My Faithful Friends Kill me, my faithful friends, For in my being killed is my life. Love is that you remain standing In front of your Beloved When you are stripped of all your…

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Autumn Aums…

“Anarchism is not a romantic fable but the hardheaded realization, based on five thousand years of experience, that we cannot entrust the management of our lives to kings, priests, politicians, generals, and county commissioners.” – Edward Abbey On The Poetry Post… Intoxicated by the Wine of Love. From each a mystic silence Love demands. What do all seek so earnestly? ‘Tis Love. What do they whisper to each other? Love. Love is the subject of their inmost thoughts. In Love…

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A Day In The Life…

How shall the nameless be defined A thousand times my Guru I asked: How shall the Nameless be defined? I asked and asked but all in vain. The Nameless Unknown, it seems to me, Is the source of the something that we see. — Think On Think within thee, till the light of day Be as the darkness of very night— Till the self-illuminated Way Show thee the Darkness to be but Light. Then shall the bounds of the solid…

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