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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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 Madonna of the Apocalypse by Rima Staines When i had finally had enough of my own endless, uncreative complaints, I made my promise to do better. I turned around. I journeyed backward for millions of miles and millions of years into the end of miles and years to retrieve these words for you: You must be the one to do or undo whatever it takes to remember and activate your own furiously prolific heart, and your innate allegiance to every creature living and dying here with you. Our whole world is aching to be intimate with you again! Kiss me, sweet one, when you make it home. - Brooke McNamara  Through the Waters by Sara Honeycutt www.newgallerystudio.com Millennium Blessing There is a grace approaching that we shun as much as death, it is the completion of our birth. It does not come in time, but in timelessness when the mind sinks into the heart and we remember. It is an insistent grace that draws us to the edge and beckons us surrender safe territory and enter our enormity. We know we must pass beyond knowing and fear the shedding. But we are pulled upward none-the-less through forgotten ghosts and unexpected angels, luminous. And there is nothing left to say but we are That. And that is what we sing about. - Stephen Levine |
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