Tag Archives: mind

Don’t Waste Your Time

  Orchards are picked, over is steady harvest replenishing the bins, the cellars, the silos, the peace of the dead with their furiously spent appetites. Blazing hell will have its way for a while then nothing. When your love gets … Continue reading

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Africa and Back Again

  Out of nobody’s Africa and back again the unconscious tap of the foot clap of the hand the root of the root where we began. Out of our common Africa and back again employing a noisy backbone to dig … Continue reading

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Mind in Nature in Mind (in Nature)

When snow falls heavily but light a day and a night of mounting powder collecting on imagination’s branches falling off high clusters onto the lower ideas bending almost bowing not anticipating the thaw. The mind sometimes is a puppy trained … Continue reading

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Pure Emerald Man

I would not gamble away one half-empty pocket at a time the rich alluvial patures grazed by the colorful and the invisible herds of observant white sheep or angels in the fields of emerald glory. I would not fritter away … Continue reading

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Let Your Blood Flow

  Opening your eyes emptying your sleep into each daybreak is perfectly unique. The healthy mind comes from all that is nothing is in charge of the quo status. Saying good morning every single morning doesn’t have to follow a … Continue reading

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Emergence of Awareness

The plumber made a stop to pay for flowers he didn’t know they were on their way to getting married until they were making plans for Hawaii and hearing the word ‘honeymoon’. He felt a sharp jab in his side … Continue reading

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Things Linger

The imprimatur and aura of how the grid acts how the cells divide into fancies and facts the delicate enforcement of interior suggestions ply our prejudices and feed on protestations. I left to partake in a mindful walk with no … Continue reading

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