Poetry is to Music as Lyric is to Soul for Friday, January 3, 2020

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Friday, January 3, 2020

1st Day Sweat

1st Day Sweat The annual New Year’s Day Sweat Is likely happening as I write. Now, I have missed at least two rounds. Perhaps helping with sweat prep was enough. Sitting in the Shrine of the What Is, I surrender: Body, Heart, and Soul. This breath, this breath, How excellent, how refined. Like the life it sustains, It rises and falls, Ebbs and flows. Breath is Life. Shams says, “We came from the womb of compassion, To the Heart of Compassion, we shall return." Sign in to see full entry.

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A Seed of God Grows into God

A Seed of God Grows into God To everyone of us there must come a time when the whole universe will be found to have been a dream, when we find the soul is infinitely better than the surroundings. It is only a question of time, and time is nothing in the infinite. – Sai Baba Just a twinkle ✨ from your eyes, But, it contained a light, Royal and bright. You must stop hiding soon. Shams has unholy thoughts: Judgment, Worry, Anger, Fear. They will come, unbidden; They cannot touch you Unless you... Sign in to see full entry.

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