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Jñānāgni : The Fire of Wisdom
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Jñānāgni : The Fire of Wisdom. As the blazing fire reduces wood into ashes,. So does the fire of wisdom reduce all bondage to ashes. Thursday, September 25, 2008. You can make excuses, or you can make decisions." - Steve Pavlina. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Visit http:/ jnanagni.com/. Jnanagni: The Fire of Wisdom. Christian D. Larson. Sri Sri Ravi Shankar. Pearl S. Buck. Saint Francis of Assisi. View my complete profile. Srinig.com - Srini's main blog. Lectio Divina, or daily readings.
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Awaken | Broken Mystic
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August 13, 2009 at 6:28 am ( Mysticism. Spirituality. Tags: Allah. BURNING at the center. There is a radiant star. Blazing in all of its agony. To reveal a secret. That you never knew existed. Haunted by the phantoms. Of illusory dream-world;. To the sound of. As the whirling dervish rotates. With the dance of the universe;. Pound the drum that stimulates. The mystery of heart and soul;. Listen to the rhythm that pulsates. With mystic solar energy. Lost in this ecstatic high. You have been drinking poison.
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They Called Me a “Spic” | Broken Mystic
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They Called Me a “Spic”. June 13, 2009 at 6:14 am ( Community. Over the past week, my friends and I have been playing on a new roller hockey court that isn’t too far from my house. Prior to that, we’ve been playing on a relatively unused basketball court (pictured above) for months, which has been fun for recreational hockey/pick-up games, but we really wanted to play on a better surface and actually use a puck instead of a ball. Maybe I’m thinking and assuming way too much, right? I try to stay positive...
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Peace Corps …….. | Umm LOLCats
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Islam is the religion of cat lovers. Umm lol cats Headers. Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) and the Cats. Guess who’s back with a brand new rap? Peace Corps ……. March 12, 2008. Responses to “Peace Corps …….”. Feed for this Entry. March 12, 2008 at 9:15 pm. And what about all the serials you got us hoping for more? No Amina; you do what you think is right and best for you, just visit every now and then! I wish you all the best, and lots of succes and happyness🙂. March 13, 2008 at 12:52 pm. My Dear Amina,. Do chec...
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The Unseen: April 2008
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Tune in to your Most Essential Essence! Tuesday, April 29, 2008. Shares Tao's Great Way. How do you know you are on the Way? When your map no longer serves you. As we move through life, it is interesting to look at the paradox of a "path". The mind always "calculating" to find the Best Path. There are a million paths in this world and yet NO path is needed. Castenada shares:. All paths are the same: they lead nowhere. Does this path have a heart? If it does, the path is good;. Links to this post. 10 Come...
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Poems from the Edge of the Continent | just the poems please… | Page 2
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Poems from the Edge of the Continent. Just the poems please…. The 40,000 and the One. Newer posts →. February 12, 2008. To Eric Whitacre’s Cloudburst. A young man’s choral. And symphonic works fill. The early hours before light comes. Loud over the hill. No ordinary music, this. As it palpitates the nerve endings,. Spine, heart, for signs of life. It is filled with longing. Gradually, the tree at my window. Of every sort, even those who do not. Get on together, the territorial. Who would listen to birds.
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Working It Out | Poems from the Edge of the Continent
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Poems from the Edge of the Continent. Just the poems please…. The 40,000 and the One. September 27, 2008. I have been alone for days. Dusk and dawn breathing in the distance. While the silence envelops. Like an approaching front. But don’t get me wrong, the weather is fine. Even as the coyotes call from the ridge line. And veils of moisture drift in to the trees. These days, it is I who am the sentinel. Turning the light toward the movement. In the underbrush, dispersing the dark. Poetry & Verse. You are...
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