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bro-smith-sgs's picture
Apr.20.2013
  Hello there my spiritual friend, It has been a few weeks since our last chat, which brings me to the issue before you. Quite often, these are the two snakes, which climb us the staff forming a caducei. These are the very culprits, which thwart compromise, hamper progress, despise resolution...
eva-lesko-natiello's picture
Dec.20.2012
  The wind’s fury can lash bruises across my skin and uproot my soul.  Let lightening pierce a chasm through my heart and thunder deafen my promises.  The rains may pelt my resolve and flood my eyes.  Watch my bearings rattle as the earth crumbles under foot.  An...
mary-wilkinson's picture
Nov.10.2012
I choose a cardigan the colour of the green moss that grows on the walls beyond this house and stockings the shade of a sky that deems to come every now and then when the mood allows. I put tiny blue earrings into the  hole in my ear lobes and shadow my eyes with a navy pencil that blurs like...
carmen-ambrosio's picture
Oct.17.2011
I know not to absorb “mung” from spewers of negativity and unhappiness. Still, caustic salvos sometimes slime their way into my brain, squelching my imagination, confidence, and optimism. When I reflect, I realize the vile intruders have access only if I permit them. Thankfully, the duration of...
hasmukh-amathalal's picture
Oct.07.2011
“Knowing others is wisdom and knowing yourself is enlightenment.” How could a shy girl speak like this with so nice comment?Well I could judge about her sharp intelligence and brillianceShe was at her full zenith and came to be aligned with variance “Stand up for what you say and assert “These...
christine-bottaro's picture
Jan.20.2011
On his fifth voyage, Sinbad the Sailor was in a strange foreign land where The Old Man of the Sea tricked Sinbad into carrying him around everywhere.  The old man was thin and wiry and had gnarled legs and heels.  He kicked him incessantly until Sinbad thought he would rather be dead than carry...
patricia-struntz's picture
Jan.17.2011
For days on end a little titmouse has flown against the vaulted window in our front room. Starting at daybreak and returning again and again until nightfall, it seems to want entrance or passage –persistently undaunted by the fact that neither is obtainable. Trying to see from its point of view...