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each thought, word and deed…
each thought, word and deed is the past making the future; only in the present does spirit inspire dumb nature. billions of times the mind sprouts a seed to form a body, which lives and grows and serves yet again … Continue reading
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we yearn for the right to decide…
we yearn for the right to decide our political fate, but can we resolve who we are in our philistine state? one man one vote amounts to nothing for the ignorant: numeric democracy does not promote the elegant. when our … Continue reading
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The eternal beloved lives in our hearts…
The eternal beloved lives in our hearts and minds; his body lies entombed in his samadhi shrine. We go there to prostrate before what lies within: we find his presence when we surrender all sin. When the beast that snarls … Continue reading
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Hanuman, the courageous mind…
Hanuman, the courageous mind, says Ram, Ram, Ram: all of his fantastic wit and strength is from love’s charm! The monkey god makes us all look like stupid fools, even if we have advanced degrees from the best schools. He … Continue reading
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The pretender plays not to love…
The pretender plays not to love pure and natural, but blunders his part with repetitive babble. To require an audience is the most basic mistake: the insecure demand a show to conceal what is fake. Cogent rapport is well timed … Continue reading
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the story of our nation is based on exceptional tragedy;
[cincopa AUHAAb6RxbCt]the story of our nation is based on exceptional tragedy; our blood soaked bravery proudly waves the flag of cupidity. columbus came looking for gold, but returned with feathered slaves; historic conceit, moreover, crowned him an exemplary knave. in … Continue reading
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since the beginning, god’s own whim…
since the beginning, god’s own whim has always inspired us: “who am i” has nurtured our voice from stone to singing dust. our thirst has grown gradually to become our best friend; it is on the glass of desire that … Continue reading
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In India Santa laughs and loudly farts- Jai Ho!
In India Santa laughs and loudly farts- Jai Ho! It’s time to harness the bullocks to the cart- Jai Ho! The snow is falling but melting super fast- Jai Ho! By arti it will be mud all soft and nasty- … Continue reading
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The vigor of youth allures many to an early death;
The vigor of youth allures many to an early death; much better to surrender all illusion with each breath. Iskandar’s teacher was from the brilliant academy; but desire goaded him on to ludicrous victory. Such dominion over foreign lands is … Continue reading
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Nietzsche had it right when he declared god is dead…
Nietzsche had it right when he declared god is dead: The Christian legacy had long since been put to bed. The fervor of Patrick paddling the Ocean for Christ, Has now become a mega church prosperity heist! Not even Francesco … Continue reading
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