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Countdown

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by Daniel Singer   10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2… Wonder what I was thinking, as we locked eyes and circle-danced, too drunk on sweat and fire to notice when three in the morning came? For the mystery of it, what I wondered was this: … Continue reading

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Meet Me Here

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by Daniel B. Singer Meet me here where smoke and light and heat and night where trembling hands and hearts just might Meet me here beneath the sky, between the trees upon the dirt, upon our knees— Surrender here where … Continue reading

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No Idea

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I had no idea so I went to the bones, the skulls, and the dirt; seeking counsel from those who had gone before me – silence – Perhaps, like the simple child, I did not even know how to ask … Continue reading

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We Are The Temple

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We arrive knowing and not knowing … whether we are the seeker or the oracle … the priest or the parishioner because the answer is “yes” And we are also the Temple. Our Service a sacred and spontaneous temporary confluence … Continue reading

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HipGnosis

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HipGnosis I Allow your eyes to close I will guide you. B r e a t h e. Walk with me Through the forest Over the water Into the sky Follow the sound of my voice As it travels from … Continue reading

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Chop Wood, Carry Water

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Place – tap – swing – split – stack This is my moving mantra Bump – bump – pop – crack – clatter This is my guided meditation Find – fill – carry – offer – accept This is my … Continue reading

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Ascension

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Thunder rolls by like a freight train that’s been startled. It is heavy and loud Like an avalanche; But nimble and quick Like Jack. The air puts on a cool, damp glove And touches my face, knowingly. The rain whispers … Continue reading

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All That Is

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Mystery sits before me Her face cast in shadow By the halo of fire she wears Pulsations from the forest heart From the root From The Source From inside me and beyond me Tear across my body Like heat lightning … Continue reading

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