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Float and Adjust

Agenda for this morning ? swimming of course a metaphor for my life as needed when i am in the sea everything is clear Aqui y ahora Here and Now everything comes and goes people,emotions,thoughts,situations, nothing is permanent catch and release catch and release breathe into the asanas of life be kind do what fills […]

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Love just is

I don’t believe in short vacations. I never did . I believe in vacations extending for months at a time where each day is magic and full of exploration . .I believe in waking up alone in a strange hotel in a strange city and letting the day unfold as it may giving in to […]

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The Back Roads of Life

The back roads of life are the way to go, where my soul leads me where there is little traffic where there is time to linger and ponder. I don’t mind the cities either with the din and hustle but even there i head out to the hole in the walls in alleys where strange […]

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And Time Goes By

by Jonathon Lipsin The bird waited in the egg and the egg cracked and the sun came in and it was blinding and after awhile  the bird tumbles out of the nest that has fallen from the tree and finds the strength and courage to spread it’s wings for the first time and it flies across […]

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The Sea

This morning instead of diving in the sea as i usually do i sat by the shore watching the waves lap up on the sand and instead was content to contemplate the Sea. This simple sea with a solitary fishing boat way out in the distance speaks to me of odysseys and wars ,of pirates […]

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Spanish Castle Magic

Spanish Castle Magic The Art of Awakening I wake up feeling refreshed and i drink in the garden delighting  to hear the soft coo of the familiar Spanish dove waking with the dawn it’s sighs caressing the first rays of morning as it breaks and unfolds gently. Spanish garden mornings mean everything to me poetry […]

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From the Huckleberry Years 1975 For my 22’nd birthday

i slept outside on Mt Tamalpais in Marin County overlooking Stinson Beach in California . 2 months after this poem was written i hitchhiked out of town all the way to the Canadian border that being the last time i ever hitchhiked again and at the border i cut my hair for the first time […]

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The Wind is Calling

the door has shut leaving me quite alone 5 years of preparation the time has come and now gone a bird sits on a branch singing a song only i can hear the time has passed for tears the time has passed for understanding why all those years spent nurturing ,planting seeds came to naught.. […]

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