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Saturday, July 26, 2008


sunhat
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I was stirring red sauce earlier, adding coffee and a little dark chocolate while it simmered, and this popped into my head. Question to ask -- Who would I be if I had never read a book?
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Would I be the little child I remember early on, exuberant, creative, curious. Would I still hold that kind of heart?
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Would I be a person inventing a new language? A person finding a quiet rapture with nature?
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How would the essence of you be different—more intensified like a sauce reduced of extra content? Or limp, lifeless? Troubled?
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Every day of a life this question has an answer—unique and probably un-sayable (because we can’t go back and know; can we?)
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I used to have a book about a man who went into the woods and lived silently for a huge amount of years, maybe ten years. He said, by doing this he found the silence between the words, and I never forgot it; he said he found Spirit living there in the silence. Even now I can see his face—a mystic he became; his eyes a bit ravaged with inner light; his whole being open to the inner harmonics of the soul’s music; creation’s music.

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secretly i have always wanted a "geiger counter"
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Fractals of dreaming Sheep from Quark --fascinated me, especially the language used.
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Boz Scaggs (for Jimmy)
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Peace to all who enter here, and link to Tumbleword's origin
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: _) Smiling is the new yoga; laughing, too.
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