Writing
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'Tis easy, is it not, to allow those who walk halls of power... more»
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Focussed was I, on the pain of fiery rage I lost sight of fire's beauty... more»
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Darkened sky, torrential rain, roiling thunder exploding overhead, road corner flooding within minutes... more»
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Letting go, hands open, a gentle push and a wicker basket carrying treasured cargo floats down the Nile. more»
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Heart song rises as landscape shifts and changes at each turn of the road... more»
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Gurgles of delight bubbling upwards, held captive to keep faith with others on holy retreat. more»
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Here and now I hold my bread Alone at table, I gazed with delight at freshly baked bread. more»
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You simply notice one sweet day that you are at peace ... more»