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Twenty-Seventeen?
When everybody
  knows it’s called
Thirty-Seven

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The sunlight
  mellowed by smoke
casts a golden sheen
  upon the water

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The amazing thing
  about life
is that there
  is a now
  to be in

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Brahman is the sea
Atman is the wave
  We rise
  We crest
  We let go

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The human soul
  fettered by
  language
must sing its way
  out of prison

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Today, by a still
  and Trump-less
Pacific, I so enjoyed
  my life

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It seems my
  culinary universe
revolves around
  Rubbermaid

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So many words
  so many words
when all you
  have to say
(and do) is:

Let go

:

So many dreams
  so many dreams
when all you
  have to dream
(and do) is:

Let go

:

So many hopes
  so many hopes
when all you
  have to hope
(and do) is:

Let go

:

So many songs
  so many songs
when all you
  have to sing
(and do) is:

Let go

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So many things
  so many things
when all you
  have to thing
(and do) is:

Let go

:

So many paths
  so many paths
when all you
  have to path
(and do) is:

Let go

:

So many thens
  so many nows
when all you
  have to then
(and now) is:

Let go

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This morning
  the fog was so thick
  that my path seemed
a long Milky Way

::

A good friend
  of mine died
Then I thought:
  I he can do it
  so can I
(can’t be that hard)

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The clear light
  of Emptiness
is never more
  than a breath
  away

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What is the
  inevitable
  outcome
of protracted
  gluttony?

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What joy drives
  the dragonfish
  other than
  gulping
  gulping
gulping down

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What if everything
  in a blink
doubled in size
  would we
  notice that?

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About brain food:
  There is no
  brain food
  brain-foodier
than Oxygen

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Karmameter:
  a handy tool
to measure
  your bad
  and good
Karma

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A thousand trillion
  fragments
healed today
  into one
  into nothing

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The spirit is
larger than
  the Universe
smaller than
  the Atom

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Samsara is a
  chemical ocean
All molecules
  and feelings

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The poet’s true palette
  is the reader’s
  soaring
  imagination

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The yellow flower
  to the bee:
“Please, please
  please
Pick me, pick me
  pick me”

::

Air, as food
  is not empty
it’s a breathable
  healthy chemical

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There is a deep
  living connection
between the word
  and the spirit

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