All I Was Doing Was Breathing

Something has reached out and taken in the beams of my eyes. There is a longing, it is for his body, for every hair of that dark body. All I was doing was being, and the Dancing Energy came by my house. His face looks curiously like the moon, I saw it from the side,... Continue Reading →

Between the Poles of the Conscious

Between the poles of the conscious and the unconscious, there has the mind made a swing:Thereon hang all beings and all worlds, and that swing never ceases its sway.Millions of beings are there: the sun and the moon in their courses are there:Millions of ages pass, and the swing goes on. -Kabir  

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