(Part 2) My eyes are swimming in the luscious fruit bowl… a soul could get lost in there and forget the meaning of regret- as well as the “meaning” of anything else. I pierce the mango with my fork and lift it to my...
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(Part one) I’m on my back, gazing at the ceiling of the Maloca through half closed eyes. Shambhavi mudra- that face that’s familiar to meditators and other contented explorers of altered states. Eyes half closed- half in, half out– fully present. The roof of...
Hello Friends, Below please find some brief musings on the concept of Gratitude. I started writing this as an update, and then it turned into a letter, and then a poem… and then a prayer. Truly I’m not sure what it is– but it...
