tl;dr.. as if the understatement of all eternity.

Nice things, easy to read, to enchant those brave enough to understand.

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The 7th Sense

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Holla! Would? Sh'mall'wood?

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Whatchya think you see, rite dere?

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...I see living peeps.

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When did countable existence or memorable experience not exist? Where did pulling or pushing come from? When did something spring away or spring toward, knowing/seeing/living/happening something, first? When and where did it not come or go than from all directions at once? When did it not? Celestial points of mass in orbit Bioecopsychosocial electrochemical poemystiplorable waves galore Peace between is a work beyond process. So, Chillax. Simple existential excitements. Joys beyond relief. Nourishing silence. More collective healthy diversity. A light show for a 144,040 years like no other. Universal illumination. Frames of reference. Quantum relativity. Analog to Digital, and Digital to Analog.

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These places are for passing thru.

Port towns. Coastlines. Powerlines. Taxis, buses, skytrains. Bike, foot, friends. Chaos! Disorder; mischief.

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su belleza me cautiva

What i just said to my girlfriend. source Google Translate

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Thou art good and beautiful.

We are all divine beings.

That means our body and mind are one,

and that the structure of our soul is musical love.

We are floating stardust, the ash of balls of burning light stuck together with water, mud, flowers, and supported in each breath by the trees that can grow stronger if we support them and give them gifts of clean water, mud, and flowers.

Namaste - "The light in you reveals the light in me."

Inlakesh - "I am another you, and you are another me."

chuu - good-by as well as hi

My heart speaks the language of life like that. There is no where to go but here we can be strong and lean into the wind and rely upon the strength we grow together.

All my relations.

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Hahaha If life we're poetry was my storytelling, I reminisce with laughter about the halloween I dressed up as Hippy in a Business Suit/ The Boss Jesus or the time I thought so long for like years about why Neils Bohr the quantum physicist spent years looking behind himself quickly to check if the Moon was still there.. as the anecdote goes. I'm laughing hard today with memories! Was the Moon still there??? YES, you Bohr!

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2013   (5 + 19)

Nuclear sun ..

.. permeable clouds

light thru

as warmer showers

ask me to go slowly

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i would like to ask

for a moment of quiet

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to feel this sky with

you

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See that train in the distance?

I wonder who's on board.

I wonder where they come from,

where they're going to disembark.

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Maybe I'll board the train

sometime, to see the coast.

This valley is almost too familiar.

This valley speaks to me.

I feel certain of the weather,

and coastal zones are places

known for uncertain flux.

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Thinking.. Thinking..

Oh, I should follow everybody's advice.

No one said sleeping

on it til morning was a bad idea,

or to stretch the nerves of the stomach

often enough...

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So the knots are even prevented

from forming in the first place,

I can hope for the best rest,

for a good night's sleep....

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_____________ (photo credit: Thanks to Post Egoism Media )

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"I wanna hold your hand"- The Beatles I have an anthropomorphic question bugging me. Why does my favourite song from when I was most depressed not always make me feel as happy as it used to? Or a related question would be: Why do some people, like cute 1.75 year old nieces, listen to Gangnam Style on repeat for 20 minutes, jumping into immaculate balet asanas, then freezing into k-pop gyrating posture? Oh don't shoot me for a rhetorical question. I know! It's WAY TOO MUCH FUN not to dance to that song :D I mean I know the old time favourites are old time favourites, but I never feel the same way when I listen to the same song. It's like Art transcends singular moments of meaning, even though it's "the same recording on the same speakers in the same room." What do you personally make of that? Xoxo, I love you all more than I know the answers to my questions.

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Your relations sometimes see a real you that you yourself most wonderfullly are, way too busy--shining and dazzling the whole space you beautify--to even notice how great you look to us. _________________________ .Honest Relational Trust Recharges Spent Love Capsules. ---a short poem of Jan-13-13 Please, take away this idea, of just how beautiful we see you truly are; this idea, that your heart unquestionably deserves the endless celebration, which it sings, loves and offers in turn for us. Thank you for sharing all tears, laughter, effortless poise! Thank you especially, flaws in all, idiosyncrasy exceeding perfection. That is to say: You know HOW to cheerlead. You nurture our inner peace! You are a gift on Earth to cherish! To hold! To care for! To fulfil! Words are nice, I do hope they make you smile, but with earnest cheer, giddy, too: I want to tell you even more. The next time I hold your hand and look into your eyes... -Then- and only then, this poem will be written!

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Go Slowly - We can fuss less and do not need to get more done.

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Question my authority too

Impossible Rescue. Getting to that point that you can say...

Simplicity. The potential to work for what is worthwhile in a healthy habitat.

More time for friends, family, and loving life than anything else.

Generosity, depth, breath, tonality, and slowness, in the words...

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patiently...

gently.. come to them.

Remember what you heart wishes to speak.

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Cooking With Ingredients

Not much to do with more than enough time.

Aromas tickling taste buds.

Your favourite choices.

Your way.

Lots to share.

Easy to clean up together.

Everyone sleeps soundly.

And wakes up feeling great.

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Hey there, friend. What's the meaning of life? 

I'm busy. Um, right now? Not answering that question! 

Well, What makes people happy?

Well, I wouldn't pose the question that way. Um, like I said, kind of busy.

Oh.. What are you doing? Want some help?

Finally! You asked a relevant question. Yes, please. Here, you grab that side, now hold it, and I can...