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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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* for Lolla and her love affair with the land
Keep me fully glad with nothing. Only take my hand in your hand. In the gloom of the deepening night take up my heart and play with it as you list. Bind me close to you with nothing. I will spread myself out at your feet and lie still. Under this clouded sky I will meet silence with silence. I will become one with the night clasping the earth in my breast. Make my life glad with nothing. The rains sweep the sky from end to end. Jasmines in the wet untamable wind revel in their own perfume. The cloud-hidden stars thrill in secret. Let me fill to the full my heart with nothing but my own depth of joy. - Rabindranath Tagore
We cannot live without the night, gossamer veils of emptiness. The Goddess is black, but each pore of her body emits a rainbow. Motionless, she watches beyond care, yet flows like a river of healing. Doesn't dark energy circle us all like Mother Raven? Take root in your grief. That is where the sun is born. Ascend through a bolder falling. Her womb is immaculate silence. Her void is moist with stars. Yet she who cradles them all has become your breath. Haven't I told you there is wine in the void between thoughts, Joy and sorrow mingled in one cup? Now taste, and who knows if tonight you might not finally embrace the fierce beauty of your beaten heart? - Alfred K. LaMotte
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