White Sugar

Of course, the reason all those beverages and treats are such a hit (in terms of popularity) is that they are really are a hit (in terms of physiology). So the veins and the various systems of the body open their mouths wide to suck it in, the charge is lit, the buzz is immediate… …

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through which it sings

It is nine in the morning.   With those first words, I have given you the freshness, the low rays of the sun, the clear skies of so many mornings. It is Saturday: I have given you some stillness and freedom from Purpose. There is the faintest breeze, in fact, which plays around the drying …

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A Word on the Wind

Tonight I was sitting in a pile of wood shavings, they fell like heavy flakes of snow as I carved away layers of beech, until I was adrift. A seated Buddha is concealed within what was originally a modest 6″ block of roughcut. The Buddha’s always within… I know that… you just need the patience …

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Gota de luz

Some words seem to be born of an inner and shared light… For me they may arrive after the stillness of meditation; but just as often the softest and most human words are accompanied or are led by a melody. All creation is frequency, is a movement of waves, from the highest vibrations of quasars …

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Why sing?

There is one line you cannot trace with your finger, and which you cannot follow with your eye. A melody, with words, describes the heart. And as the thread of notes is drawn out from the lips, drawn out like the finest line of silk, it is taken by the wind, it coils around a …

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The Best of Intentions

A word from the wind at the window pane the winter’s come to stay awhile the heart longs for heaven the heart looks for sun but this song is sung alone That’s all right there’s a sad kind of sweetness in a song or a sweet kind of sadness that carries you along from the …

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A short hiatus

A lot of good energy was directed to other pursuits for a few days. Our intentional Community, Odonata, offered it's first evening in the Sacred Music Series, concerts with musicians whose art is devoted to the spirit through music. Sitartist David Pontbriand and tabla player Amos Libby entertained some sixty people at the Yoga Center …

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Your Son Out There

The boys are taking numbers to stand in line again born with an open hand which of them will be men today and draw a card that wins? They're looking for a future looking for their rising star to shine above the fields a voice shouts from the doorway "C'mon in, boy, you're hired." They …

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Water of Life

The beauty of the subtropics — as I experienced them for years in Brazil, and on other journeys far and away… … and now I understand that I was making a home of the Earth, not a home of  – Spencer, New York, where I was born at the foot of a minor tree-crowned mountain;  …

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Water of Sorrow

There's a song for the water of sorrow and a song for the fire of pain a song for the love that you'll meet tomorrow and one for the touch of skin     ah, life gives us songs to sing Can you count how many times you've held pleasure in your hands? Open your fingers …

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All part of the same melody

I expect that, having passed my bedtime by several hours now, I am exempt from morning yoga. There are some things you really must not allow to be pushed, though — the least effort is spent maintaining a ritual, then the ritual helps maintain everything else (such as reasonable sleeping hours and subsequent mental and …

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