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KOBUN

In WRITERS by Lee Weingrad0 Comments

In 1991 in Beijing, one of my Chinese colleagues at the Beijing Airbase English Academy asked me: “do you know what teacher, laoshi, 老师, means?” I knew that yes was the wrong answer. I said no. He said it means father. From this ancient word, morphed in meaning as roshi in Japan, I began to understand the nature of my connection to Kobun.

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FROM A HITCHHIKER’S TRAVELOGUE

In WRITERS by Doug Ten Rose1 Comment

The world smells worse in some places than others but everyone’s going to get at least a little bit of stank while living here. We also get exposed to vast reservoirs of knowledge and kindness, but that’s not the subject of this page or two. The subject at hand is the other side of that coin, the lower aspect of humanity that everyone runs into.

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DEEPER FREEDOM VERSUS CRIMINAL MISCHIEF

In WRITERS by Doug Ten Rose1 Comment

Basic freedom from psychic dry rot isn’t basic for everyone. Some folks get warped and stay bent, ignoring great opportunities to reinvent themselves. Choosing wiser ways up can prevent a fall down, keeping head in the sky, but feet on the ground. It is always our choice to wear horns or the crown.

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GOD LIVES HERE

In WRITERS by Christopher Judges0 Comments

A brotherhood of gulls rises from the shore, pushing off from the wet sand; their footprint hieroglyphs tell me everything, then not, as a sliding pool of clear seawater gently washes over them, dissolving their messages. They travel east on the last of the breeze, just above the breaking waves, paralleling the shoreline, silhouetting themselves against the last glimmers of sun.

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RIVER 

In WRITERS by Douglas J. Penick0 Comments

Song rose in his heart as from a distant mountain spring.

 He joined his hands in prayer. 
He sang, and his song was like a life-giving river.
 He sang, and the sky shone with his melodious voice. Shine in the sky, O pearl pure Ganges. O pearl pure Ganges, O river of milk, O life of all, O river of blood, O love.

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HOMESICK / HOMESEEK

In WRITERS by Jacek Dziubiński0 Comments

For those who search blindfolded and find nothing, and for those who are given a chance to find an answer without searching. For those who look for a new place because they cannot fulfill their energy, and for those who look for a place where life would be more pleasant. For those who build houses and feel living in them is like living in a waiting-room in a bus stop.

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THE FIRST AND LAST YOGA

In WRITERS by Fiona Rose0 Comments

It was a hot day coinciding with passion. Walking with an eager step like feet that have wings. Walking flying. Walking anticipating. Walking to the moment, soon to meet the guide.

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YESTERDAYS

In WRITERS by John Edwards0 Comments

“Timing is only everything”, A professor whose name has been washed away by the sands of time, recalling the words of his professor when he and his fiancé were never happy with one another and ready to get married at the same time.