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			<title><![CDATA[ Ode to a Woman Gardening ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ <font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#FF8C00" size="4"><br></font>

<div style="MARGIN-LEFT: 40px">
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     <font color="#006400"><font face="Comic Sans MS, sans-serif"><font size="+1">Yes, I knew that your hands were
    <br>
     a budding sprout, a lily
    <br>
     of silver:
    <br>
     you had something to do
    <br>
     with the soil,
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     with the flowering of the earth,
    <br>
     but
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     when
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     I saw you digging,... ]]></description>

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			<title><![CDATA[ The girl who lives in the forest of fallen stars ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ <font size="2"><span style="FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-FAMILY: times new roman">Her eyes are crying
<br>
To fill a deep hole
<br>
Her lips are cracked
<br>
From spitting out her soul</span>
<br>
<br>
</font><font size="2"><span style="FONT-SIZE: small; COLOR: yellow; FONT-FAMILY: times new roman">She is the girl
<br>
who lives in the forest
<br>
of fallen stars</span>
<br>
<br>
</font><font size="2"><span style="FONT-SIZE: small; FONT-FAMILY: times new roman">She stands like a tree
<br>
That is... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Tue, 22 Jul 2008 02:09:52 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Yoda-speak ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ <a title="A yielding to more general than this latter, likely to unveil one is not." target="_blank" href="http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1280/6024289/12968078/324494205.jpg">A yielding to more general than this latter, likely to unveil one is not.</a>
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<br> ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Mon, 07 Jul 2008 13:41:08 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Reflections... ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ Reflections on the Death of my Mother-in-Law...
<br>
<br>
The wall between 80-something and 50 -something appears so thick and impenetrable.
<br>
<br>
Approaching the bridge of 60, the view from here is amazing.
<br>
<br>
I now undersand the reasons for the rules of the past.
<br>
The mistakes.
<br>
The misunderstandings.
<br>
The resentment.
<br>
<br>
I am thankful for the solid base that was given me as a child.
<br>
Drummed into me.
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Rapped with sharp-edged rulers into me.
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Our... ]]></description>

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			<title><![CDATA[ stories ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ This American Life
<br>
08.11.2006
<br>
Originally aired 10.23.1998
<br>
<br>
<a target="_blank" title=" Act Six. What Goes Through Your Head." href="http://www.thislife.org/Radio_Episode.aspx?sched=1145">Act Six. What Goes Through Your
Head.</a>
<br>
Click on <em>&quot;full episode&quot;</em> option to listen.
<br>
Story starts at 43:00 minutes into the episode.
<br>
<br>
<em>&quot;Writer Tobias Wolff reads his story Bullet in the Brain (from his collection of stories The Night in Question),... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Sat, 03 May 2008 02:46:03 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ The Beats ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ Be Kind
<br>
- Charles Bukowski  
<br>
      
<br>
we are always asked
<br>
to understand the other person&#39;s
<br>
viewpoint
<br>
no matter how
<br>
out-dated
<br>
foolish or
<br>
obnoxious.
<br>
<br>
one is asked
<br>
to view
<br>
their total error
<br>
their life-waste
<br>
with
<br>
kindliness,
<br>
especially if they are
<br>
aged.
<br>
<br>
but age is the total of
<br>
our doing.
<br>
they have aged
<br>
badly
<br>
because they have
<br>
lived
<br>
out of focus,
<br>
they have refused... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Thu, 24 Apr 2008 04:25:02 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Poetry As Path ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ <p><font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #33ffff">&quot;There is a point at which methods devour themselves&quot;
<br>
Fanon
<br>
<br></font><font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00">&quot;I distrust the incommunicable, it is the source of all violence.&quot;
<br>
Sartre
<br>
<br>
<font style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff">I found these two quotes on a website.  Put them together.  Lets toss out all of the techniques.  The &quot;this&quot;
and the &quot;that&quot;...the Byzantine name for X or the sacred... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Wed, 23 Apr 2008 18:36:50 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Free Thoughts ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ morning here in Honolulu
<br>
listening to jazz
<br>
watching the prostitutes of Honolulu
<br>
do their thang
<br>
<br>
Yoga will have truly arrived when the whores and the pimps do it
<br>
when the drunk does it
<br>
when the priest does it instead of something else
<br>
I found yoga in a jail cell people
<br>
when I think of yoga I think of a knife
<br>
pointed right at my heart
<br>
when I think of yoga I think of an old woman
<br>
slowly sweeping her living room floor
<br>
with a broom... ]]></description>

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			<title><![CDATA[ I study myself but I can't perceive ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ I study myself but I can&#39;t perceive.
<br>
I&#39;m so addicted to feeling that
<br>
I lose myself if I&#39;m distracted
<br>
From the sensasions I receive.

<p>This liquor I drink, the air I breathe,
<br>
Belong to the very way I exist:
<br>
I&#39;ve never discovered how to resist
<br>
These hapless sensations I conceive.</p>

<p>Nor have I ever ascertained
<br>
If I <em>really</em> feel what I feel.
<br>
Am I what I seem to myselfe - the same?</p>

<p>Is the I I feel the I that&#39;s... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Sun, 27 Jan 2008 13:10:17 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Peace, Love, Respect, Justice ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ We set forth to become<br>one as said one<br>for fraction's of time<br>and money like rhyme.<br>We set forth to betray<br>lifes universal's bay<br>of endowment and fright<br>not contrary or tright<br>of life's long lasting bills<br>and lusts - final gills-<br>to the world's endowed secret<br>that we learn to not regret<br>with<br><br>Peace<br><br>Harmony<br><br>Love<br><br>Respect <br><br>Justice...<br><br><br><br>Karmic bliss<br><br> ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Tue, 08 Jan 2008 20:24:16 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Youths Final Silence ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ Into our silence<br>we learn to fire tread...<br>after final linking<br>an afterthought of thread.<br>To learn a new fortune<br>and bask a new fame<br>is it all in our minds<br>that we all need to tame?<br><br>Do we exclude imperfection<br>and honor our deceipt<br>to gratify our offer<br>and justify our defeate...<br>to alliances together <br>and love ever more...<br>for long lasting pleasure<br>for youths final lore.<br><br>To justify our gripes<br>and haul away all our pain<br>Is loving... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Tue, 08 Jan 2008 20:01:06 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Tilopa, Naropa, Milarepa, and Marpa ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ Everybody loves these guys, right?<br><br>here is a quote from Tilpoa, in his teachings to Naropa,<br><br><!--EZCODE ITALIC START--><em>Do nought with the body but relax;<br>shut the mouth and silent remain;<br>empty your mind and think of nought.<br>Like a hollow bamboo rest at ease your body.<br>Giving not nor taking, put your mind at rest.<br>Mahamudra is like a mind that clings to nought.<br>Thus practicing, in time you will reach Buddhahood.</em><!--EZCODE ITALIC END--><br><br>I look... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Mon, 31 Dec 2007 09:19:26 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Vrksasana ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ .... for Erich...<br><br>Vrksasana<br><br>Wintertrees stand in groups along the road, freeforming. <br>Unconscious of comparison, listening, <br>An infinite variety of shapes stretch to the sky.<br>Grounded deep in divinity, energy  rises<br>Exhaling, releasing , awareness increasing <br>Second by second, expressing in changeless change<br>The movement of creation: God expressed. <br>Underground, the finest roots  eventually entangle<br>Connection is inevitable.<br><br><br> ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Wed, 26 Dec 2007 17:35:45 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Who is (are) your favorite poet(s)? ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ I confess to not reading poetry as often as I would like, but when the mood strikes I find it very soothing.  I love Mary Oliver's poetry.  Who are your favorites. ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2007 18:38:05 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ The Ojai Carrows ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ The Ojai Carrows<br><br>Sitting in a booth,<br>miles from Yogic Enlightenment,<br>(it's so noisy there-)<br>chatter, and mats on shoulders, and shoes off, and yoga fashions.<br>A hundred and fifty dollars to carry fabric, not leather, dear.<br><br>Almost funny.<br>Very funny.<br><br>Here it's cozy and it comes with a Denver Omelet and motorcycle dudes with muscles, and<br>young kids with long hair, and a pot-bellied manager collecting cash.<br>Warm, brown, cosy, grounded, <br>Ramana Maharshi... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Mon, 29 Oct 2007 12:55:54 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ God speaks ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ a friend of mine's mother just passed...and she wrote this poem that was used in the memorial...<br>I thought it worth sharing...<br><br>God speaks to every individual through what happens to them moment by moment.  These moments are stamped with the will of God and we find all that is needed.  We are bored with the small happenings around us, yet it is these trivialities, which would do marvels for us if only we did not despise them or fail to notice them.  If we abandon ourselves to God,... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2007 13:34:17 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ The Promotion ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ The Promotion <br>by James Tate<br><br>I was a dog in my former life, a very good<br>dog, and, thus, I was promoted to a human being.<br>I liked being a dog. I worked for a poor farmer,<br>guarding and herding his sheep. Wolves and coyotes<br>tried to get past me almost every night, and not<br>once did I loose a sheep. The farmer rewarded me<br>with good food, food from his table. He may have<br>been poor, but he ate well. And his children<br>played with me, when they weren't in school... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Thu, 27 Sep 2007 00:10:34 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Love...... ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ Think of a glove and a hand<br>or the way a key fits <br>in a lock. <br>In the same way there is <br>a place in my life<br>shaped like you.<br>Before you came,<br>I did not even know it was there.<br>But afterward, I knew<br>I had always had it,<br>this quiet and waiting space<br>in the middle of my heart<br>that you and only you<br>could fill.<br><br><!--EZCODE EMOTICON START :luv --><img src=http://www.movingintostillness.com/smilies/love-smiley-009.gif ALT=":luv"><!--EZCODE EMOTICON END--> ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Thu, 09 Aug 2007 08:07:31 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Prayer of St. Francis ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace.<br>Where there is hatred, let me sow love;<br>where there is injury, pardon;<br>where there is doubt, faith;<br>where there is despair, hope;<br>where there is darkness, light;<br>and where there is sadness, joy.<br>O, Divine Master,<br>grant that I may not so much seek<br>to be consoled as to console;<br>to be understood as to understand;<br>to be loved as to love;<br>for it is in giving that we receive;<br>it is in pardoning that we are... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Fri, 27 Jul 2007 08:19:19 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title><![CDATA[ Everything I think I'm Missing ]]></title>
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			<description><![CDATA[ Everything I Think Im Missing ~ Dana Faulds<br><br>I am struggling.  Theres who I <br>believe I ought to be and who<br>I really am.  Its humbling, isnt<br>it?  This being, this mystery, this me<br>sits here radiating energy, yet Im<br>gripped by a nameless fear that Im<br>missing exactly what I came<br>to experience.<br><br>I am suffering, telling myself <br>stories of what life should look<br>like.  And then I get the message<br>like a meteor, like the power<br>coming back on after... ]]></description>

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			<pubDate>Wed, 11 Jul 2007 10:19:06 GMT</pubDate>
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