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If Rumi Were My Roomie
I got room for Rumi, His words do something to me, They transport me to a magical place, Fill my soul with goodness and grace, I don’t know how to say his first name, It sounds like Aladdin; I know it’s almost the same, Take me on your magic carpet ride, Through this dimension to…
Read MoreFull Moon, Thinking, and Death
So, it was a full moon yesterday. As much of a yogi as I am, I am not steeped in astrology. However, I did live in Costa Rica for many years, and in my little town, it seemed there were more astrologers than stars in the sky. I was constantly reminded of the new moon…
Read MoreDoctors and Monogamy
This afternoon, I went to the doctor. No, not an acupuncturist. No, not an Ayurvedic doctor. No, not a Reiki master. A good old regular Western doctor. You know, the one that checks your blood pressure and listens to your heartbeat (even though I don’t think they really do, because they’re moving that thing around…
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