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50. winter sun

winter sun slicing through time, precision-lasering, ener- vating the dull, the dismal, banishing them briefly and slapping awake the faces of botany […]

SILENCE is a dimension, available to all who authentically want it. Be aware that the door is unobtrusive and waits for you to find your door, to take time to know it - and then to walk into the WORLD OF SILENCE.

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I am Keats as you are

Poet, physician, musician, athlete, author of I am Keats as you are, Glenn Peirson was truly a man for all seasons. “The onening …” she writes, “opened Him utterly to the pain of all minds, all bodies” the onening for me, of my cup of poison, my salvation, opening me to newness? Innocuous dripping, clear fluid with sinister intent, circumcision of non-self, cell by cell, breaking bread, oat by oat.