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Come with me into the expansive gift of poetry to experience a disruption of habitual ways of thinking and perceiving. The magic of poetry happens when it is spoken, heard and felt as vibrations in your body.
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Come with me into the expansive gift of poetry to experience a disruption of habitual ways of thinking and perceiving. The magic of poetry happens when it is spoken, heard and felt as vibrations in your body.
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Slow down....inside I am right here I am not where you are going I am the place you leave to find me I am Holy Fire Do you trust me? I am the One who makes your heart beat and every heart beat I am the Portal to the indescribable flame within you I am every longing you have ever felt and every passion you have ever suppressed I am Aliveness Open Allow Be danced Do you trust me? If you want to know bliss to feel passion burn You must become available to be astonished and amazed by the simplest things Notice the way when you wiggle your toes a tendril of joy quietly sprouts inside your chest Notice how you can run your fingertips on the edges of your skin and rivers of desire become instantly fulfilled You can take one single breath and watch your body explode in gratitude for living Then you can exhale and melt into the Great Fire of life's fertile emptiness You are the Portal It costs nothing....except everything you have ever dreamed you are Your dissatisfaction is a dream Your disappointment is a dream I am right here I have always been right here It really is this innocent Savor me Enter me Ignite - a compilation of poetry excerpts by Maya Luna
I held a funeral for a future I had always thought was coming, and buried the world's face as yet. The silence then turned me so tiny the only way forward was to dream downward to an early day on earth before a single heart beat. The atmosphere filled with an abiding, cataclysmic knowing- that if everything could be born, every thing could be born. Love promises no less. But a future is gone now. All we are is this. Our way could be to fall toward the medicine seeded right inside the untamable, fertile grief remaking things. - Brooke McNamara
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