Earth My Body
Water My Blood
Air My Breath
and Fire My Spirit

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There once was a boy named Gimme-Some-Roy… He was nothin’ like me or you,
’cause laying back and getting high was all he cared to do.

As a kid, he sat in the cellar…sniffing airplane glue. And then he smoked banana peels, when that was the thing to do. He tried aspirin in Coca-Cola, he breathed helium on the sly, and his life became an endless search to find the perfect high.

But grass just made him wanna lay back and eat chocolate-chip pizza all night,
and the great things he wrote when he was stoned looked like shit in the morning light.
Speed made him wanna rap all day, reds laid him too far back, Cocaine-Rose was sweet to his nose, but the price nearly broke his back.
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That Perfect High September 26th, 2016

The heart is a garden
That always has room
For the flowers of kindness
And friendship that blooms!



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Friendship Garden March 8th, 2016

Love is here without reason.

You’re not in love with a person, no.
You’re not in love with a place, a substance, an object, even an experience.
Every ‘with’ can crumble, die, be forgotten,
lost to memory.

No, this love stands on its own.

You are in love, not with a person or a thing,
but you are in love.
That’s it.
You are in love.

That’s the only reliable love.
The love that stands alone.
The love that cannot leave.
The love that will never abandon you.
The love that never came.
The love that cannot be broken.

The love that is closer to aloneness.
And a hair’s breadth from loneliness.
And a portal to the most astonishing freedom.

A love that encompasses the stars, the moon, the Sun,
and all inhabitants of this strange planet called Earth.

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Love: The Open Secret January 18th, 2016

Let the morning sun proclaim
the light of the world
let the golden day unfurl
on every wave – on every hill

Each angered fist uncurl
Caress the hardest heart
stir the sleeping earth
each stone – each blade of grass

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Wake up
You’re gettin’ high on your own supply
Oh, baby, you’re still alive when you could’ve died, oh
The world is not around because of you
You know I’m not around because of you

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Mouthful Of Diamonds January 15th, 2015

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.

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The Guest House December 19th, 2014

“May the tree of our life be firmly rooted in the soil of love.
Let good deeds be the leaves on that tree.
May words of kindness form its flowers.
And may peace be its fruits.”

– Amma

Tree of Life November 21st, 2014
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