Jeff Brooks has maintained a daily meditation practice for 34 years, has completed 2 three-year retreats, and attended well over 50 meditation retreats....
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The Museum of Heaven Wherein Resides the Human Heart and Any Number of Arcane Devices of Unknown Intent The Doorway In this dream I am dead And my life is...
Catalina Many are the things I may forget But I will never forget you I may forget the date day of the week When to get up And when to go to bed But I will...
J'Accuse my Accuser sits on a moderator's chair a throne made neither in Heaven nor in Hell "You write vapid and empty words, but no more no less than anyone...
The End of Things I have set the sky ablaze I have painted the earth with blood I have covered the moon with tears and cast it beyond the horizon I have...
Most Of Us Belong To That Other Group Most of us belong to that other group, the dreamless wanderers, converging under protest songs and patriot games, fevers...
Longing Longing, You are my dark companion, my Lover, my tormentor, my sweetest dream, you bid me enter, now, you take your leave for worlds unknown to any...
Please forward to your sphere of influence. Thank you. Love, and Peace, Anna A Message from Dennis Kucinich I am emailing you to ask for your vote in the...
The Tide Must Turn I have to face the tide Hold to the pier But the tide is so relentless now It has to turn It has to turn It must . . . My hands hurt My...
WHAT GOOD IS A PREDATOR What good is a predator without prey? Language talking to language You just can’t hide your lion eyes Every day we get up & carve a...
Amazing poem Steve, as usual I've played with the same words in my al one ness. ;-) ... From: Steve Toth To: sstoth0@... Sent: Monday, November 05, 2007...
It's All Here it's all here, this one instant. the lilies' innocence and the seas of significance, the betrayal of words spoken through the rain, this laughter...
Please note this is of a historical nature All current muses need not be concerned . . . My Muse spoke to me "I'm dying . . ." "Is it my lacking that troubles...
I find That I tire of this . . . This darkness This mind numbing nonsense This war I never wanted But won anyway So I sweep the contents of the table into this...
Sri Lanka Last night, I crossed the imaginary line and I found myself in a dream I looked out from an unknown window, strangely not unfamiliar, green...
White Light William is bleeding with words today: "I wish I had died about a half hour before I ever met you at least then I would have had a chance at...
Beholder The oleander and narcissus the rose in subtle shades of white never vie for affection never withhold their fragrance from their Beloved Beholder... ...
Meteor How silently You walked with me along the winding forest path, green canticles of prayer forming on cardinal red lips, even as you would enthrall me ...
Will humanity evolve beyond the need for creating bigger and better, costlier and deadlier weapons? Beyond the necessity of soldiers of any rank and file?...
Once When I was Stone Once When I was stone I wanted to be more than I am Wanted to be more than perfect in this imperfect world A knight Reflected in a...
*** Theater From where the circle forms the mouth is agape with Om We bring nothing to this theater but a unique configuration of molecules and atoms. ...
They tell of a man who lived in a country where there were no birds. He travelled to another land, and there he saw and spent time in company with a ...
In the Deep Darkness In the place beyond the edge of the map There are creatures Vast leviathans Who glide through the murk Creatures of Darkness Who have...
Last night I went to an amazing concert performance by Marcel Khalife, a UNESCO Artist For Peace; he is also called the Dylan of the Middle East. His music is...
Lamentations Sometimes when we want something, we weave a story of remembrance funny isn't it this sprouting of dreams in the cracks of reality? erotic and...
A Quiet Stillness around me it was still a silent quiet filled the air allowing time to remain empty where it passes too slow but for now I am alive I am alive...
And so My Muse My Angel So well you reveal How well you know me . . . What is the function of prophesy? So that we may change the future So that we may gloat ...
In the Deep Darkness the thin red line between reflection and light shatters beyond recognition reveals the face of Love... bleeding brightly into the hands of...
The Ocean of Dreams Dreams of the Temple He dreams of the Temple under the Sky Can’t breathe . . . can’t Dreams in a language of images Images of the...
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